© Kevin Gillam
in we
we're twigs poked in silt of stream and
years flow from fresh to salt to dream and
we is same in you and me
and tads flit from fin to leg, from
swim to hop to frog and
we is same in you and me
and months daub sky when I'm all March
and you May but mud is thick (so they say) and
we is same in you and me
and leaves taint home from clean to tea
then rush of rain and
we is same in you and me
and breeze is hush and touch and prayer
as bee drinks and shirrs skin 'tween you and me and
we is same in we