it's that swelling in the gut again

believe i'll take her to the crossing where the river is shallow

there we can orient ourselves to the

wind 

and the land

once it's dark we'll arrange ourselves neatly

in crosses (hands over hands, arms over arms

etc)

i didn't make the rules so much as make them up as i go

i found out too late that you didn't like what i'd decided to believe

we found our separate ways but despite the frontier's dimension

we alternately found it impossible to be apart (for long)

what to use as bait

or should we be gatherers

hell, i've forgotten what to believe now

we're both, i think,

spoiled by our

lack of faith

too late to be hippies

or to wear long robes and chant at the coming comet

let's just call it even now

and ponder the end like all others

happily following the many leaders

over edges over easy.

(c) jim hill (01-29-10)