Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-06-01 20:58:00

Continental Divide

We were in and out of sleep
so often, with the windings of
this high-wire of rock above
the trees that we were unsure

if we dreamt it all.
The rivers parting for us
like other pilgrims so well known
in the land below

but not so famous here
or at least they seem
to matter less,
up here where our altitude

and our faces in the snow
make such prophets
unnecessary.

Ours is a different conversation
which requires no stone tablet
no forty days of sand in places
designed for softer things.

We need barely
a second of sleep,
a moment's half-waking
to speak it,
and we carry it out of the trees,
blinking into the valleys.