The dust of our bodies
Remain fixed to the canyon walls
Our skin stretches over boulder
And gully alike
On opposite sides
Of the mighty river
Too swollen now to swim
One river canyon
Yet happily divided
Tending the gardens we’ve planted
Each on our own riverbank
The rushing river sinks deep
And saturates the earth
And waters the beds
That we weed today
And harvest for the feast
That we’re preparing
For tomorrow
The vegetables are washed
The dough is rising
The meat is marinating
The kitchen is clean
Knives polished like mirrors
There’s not a mouse to be found
Nor weevil in the flour
Nor a single pest
Quietly consuming
What is for us and us alone
Waters above and waters below
We meet in the expanse of sky
Leaving our earthen bodies behind
Spirit to spirit
Meeting of hearts
Meeting of minds
Arid and dry
But full of light
Where from this height
We can watch
The waters slowly
Slowly
Ever so slowly
Slowly subside
And eventually
When the water is warm
And the sun is high
And the swimming is good
Once again
We’ll meet on the rock
Beside the deepest hole
We’ll climb to the top
We’ll peer over the ledge
At our own glassy reflections
And after a moment
Of glorious hesitation
We’ll dive in
Hand in hand
And the feast we’ve prepared
On the water table
Now set before us
Will be ours to enjoy
Together
