Borders

Kelley White

This dream used your niece as Verb.

I struggled to understand, then saw

I was meant to draw the Great Map:

here I must place the Current of Anger

as it breaks through the high country

between You and Me, discharging down

the Jagged Way which naturally protects

the You; here I see the place for the wider,

calmer Current of Affection; there lies

the Reservoir of Respect. I must draw the

dots and dashes for the Imaginary Line

of Separation which cuts so bluntly through

the most fertile Valley, here called Love.