I drove at sunset along the Pali,
mountains steep on both sides,
the day of our parting.
I passed our love along the way,
so green,
and growing, and blooming --
aching to flourish and fill all the spaces
there are.

I ride alone now. Going nowhere,
wanting to go to you.
To join with you and leave the
road for trails,
gathering cup-of-gold and frail,
branching seeds,
to sense together as on the pattern
of leaves and light.
To swim in the cool
shelter of tree's blackness
and touch the sun in your flesh.

by Karen Mitura