Friend

sometimes my life
moves like poppies 
downhill

young when I was 
running behind private property
I ran thinking you followed behind
screamlaughing   legs   gallop

sang into the cane field below
I imagined you conjured there

breathless friend of thin air
and solitary companionship

Now growing up
we learn the struggle remains
from nothing to create possibilities
as rich as fields blooming,

make home and family
rise from debris

from these chance peculiarities
that we both, born different
and unimagined, glow like 

deep water anemones
making clearer for each other
the unexplored depth of our lives

what is not easy 
the partings that come
again and again, our lives
separating like countries have
farewells leaving 
uneven contours waiting
to be filled

Friend, sometime again
time            geography
will find space for us

a place for us to meet again.