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Crossing The Carpathians With You

for my mother


mountains and us clothed

in soft white fog,

suddenness of cliffs


you and I carve walking sticks

bursts of sun dust

thousands of yellow & violet flowers


red and white polkadot

mushrooms among trees,

strong smell of ferns & cones


stones in pots on our backs

warnings to black bears,

we gather forget-me-nots


distant curves

of snow and peaks

in the white of the moon


we go where rivers are born

drink from bold beginnings

with the cup of our hands


shepherds’ rain fast and thin

we empty the boots of water

a bear licks our pots


like an easy slip into a dream

you and I hold hands

and walk into dark woods


I know what it means to go

anywhere with you: you are

the gentlest moss on which I sleep



[Originally published in NHS 2000, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs00/bugan.html.]