My World and Yours’
I am of the desert, you of cultivation
Simplicity to me, to you is desolation
Heat, thirst, and agony I seek out on vacation
While you look for elegance and quiet restoration.
I am of the ocean, you are of the shore
You want fewer waves, I manufacture more
You like tranquil bays, I love the rollers’ roar
In me, a wild emptiness; in you, a quiet core.
While I am like a stream, you are like a lake
I babble over boulders, you reflections make
I rush forward heedlessly, as bones and branches break
You part before the piercing bow and then absorb the wake.
That such extremes should not be mingled might seem elementary
But love can make the wildest contradictions complementary.