For Lisa Siders

Oh friend of my blooming — we’re ripening open—
We’re keeping our changes—we give and are spoken —
We’ll meet — us — and we will — command our own borderline —
Oh flower I bloom — into — sea to my shoreline—

Though I have changed with you — you change me alone—
as we have turned wise — and untold — and ungrown —
Be land to my ocean — Be seed to my flower —
Come move with me — once again— into our power —

First published in Mezzo Cammin