The gray catbird calls out, an auspicious sound,
Does he know the secrets of the forest?
Does the catbird know whose bike I found
Balanced up against a tree, no one around?
What about the blanket fort I found in the clearing?
Does he know if it’s a homeless camp, is that what I’m hearing?
The secrets of Ballenger Creek
Held in a tiny little meep
We meet here in this place
Shaped by time
Carved by pressure
Two women
Balanced on rocks
In a flowing stream
Once we were close
You and I
Kids of similar ages
Common interests
Differences appreciated
The current of our lives
Kept flowing
Into different stages
Our interests shifted
Differences augmented
Sometimes, though
When the tide is right
Our connection flows
And its like old times
And sometimes
The tide falls short
We find the rocks
And sit in the balance
