Southern Northern:

Without understanding, humans are:
Except though intuition.
Each to our own world
There is no fellowship
Between the opposite directions.

Worker’s northward steel with cold
ice under hot breath upward to grey sky
How can they relate to those who don’t
need cloths and live in heat?

Fisher’s southern finding fish
Turquoise water like them -barefooted
Under air warm, in sink with sunshine
is there not so much distance between beliefs
that oceans lack direction?

And of east and west?
World’s different, knowledge waits
how can peace be planted
when I don’t know the name of my twin?

Your mind your soul, I can’t touch you
body’s we’re left with finally disjointed,
as north is to south
South without her clothes
and North with his huddled furs.

In the gap between thought
The inclining absolute relative,
All elements make love and are together
Divisions and directions melt all by going so
Far left as to be on the right

In woman I am made man,
I came from a woman and she, from sand
I suggest there is no separation
between fire, water, wind and land.

The ocean Indian if sailed far enough is the Artic
by reaching for you, I am startled to find myself
Maybe all rivers are the same stream
Molecules reincarnated to rain
The Amazon, Themes, and the Salmon.

My perceptions, fishing for understanding,
Divided lines are arbitrary
If I were to consistently head south
On the other side of the world I would head north.

Separation inverted
the touch of distance makes intimate oceans
the spheres of the globe a strait path
between you and I and understanding.

Where you are,
and where I am
places nether of us have been
And yet we have- and will again.

 

Author's Note

Artwork is by kirrily Anderson. check her out at http://kirrily.deviantart.com/

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

yum yum yum yes yes yes i could gobble up your words :)

"All elements make love and are together"
that was the first line that really caught my eye. i'll have to agree with ember and say that a few parts are a bit confusing, but i went with it, and it came together. the second half is definitely more concrete, but perhaps i just accustomed myself to the words by then...? :)

"In woman I am made man,
I came from a woman and she, from sand
I suggest there is no separation
between fire, water, wind and land."

what a fantastic verse right ther

"The ocean Indian if sailed far enough is the Artic
by reaching for you, I am startled to find myself"

again........ yes yes yes. this made me think of my dear pablo neruda and his "when i .. something something my hand is your hand..." yeah i'm not good at quoting lol

gorgeous.
hugs

[Ember]

I really liked this poem, a little confusing in places, but all together well written.