Poetry

Two Streams
by Richard Kempa

I dreamed one day when we were out hiking
we met another woman, and it was like
you two were reunited after a long time:
You laughed, yelled, danced on the trail.
(How perfectly freely your bodies moved!)
You traced your initials on each other.
You disappeared together, you had to,
to love and love each other.

And oh it was beautiful!
It was a good thing! Two streams
cascading down a mountain, converging,
leaping in and out of each other,
losing, finding themselves. The clarity
of it! The glory of light! My heart too
broke open and poured out.

© Richard Kempa