Rhymes
No, our names don’t rhyme well,
we come from far-off lands –
but neither rhyme nor reason
can censor our hands,
those hands that seem created
to grasp the chance, to grasp
each other, tight and quiet,
as if two souls could clasp.
Yes, hills from hills are distant
and can’t wed as they would,
they cannot warp and wander –
but people could and should.
Christina Egan © 2004
Known
I’ve smelt the rarest rose of snow,
I’ve tasted of the sun’s last glow.
I’ve met you on a cloud-veiled ridge,
perhaps the planet’s highest bridge.
I’d looked out long. And now I’ve seen.
I’ve once been loved. I’ve known. I’ve been.
Christina Egan © 2004
The thought that people, unlike mountains, can get to each other across distances, goes back to a Greek proverb.
Photograph: “Kegelspiel” by N8mahl at the German language Wikipedia. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Commons.
Christina Egan 