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?…

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…