~To Lee
So different now, like branches
spreading out
in opposite directions, groping
for the sky and yet
our blood flows from a single
tree, our roots
are anchored in the same
uncertain soil; what nourishment
there is feeds both of us
or neither, and if the weight of snow
should bend you, sister, till you feel the strain
too much to bear the pain
is mine as well, to wear, and if I break
in storm the wind will hurl
your anguished cry to where
I fall, we are as one, or we are
not at all.
Sister, in your heart there beats
a rhythm I have known, your eyes
in fluid darkness saw, like mine,
the walls of our conception tomb
and not the graceless passages
of time, not death itself can fell
the bonds of secrets shared within
a common womb.