There is a Great Divide in my soul; I bridge two worlds, one here, close and hot, with work and students and public transportation and hours of solitary writing, and the other, a quiet, always beautiful but nearly forgotten place high atop the globe. Even now I cannot explain how they live together in my mind.
My friend Ida dips her feet in the tea-brown waters
Evening clouds along the lake
A fledgling waits for its mother
The quiet road ahead