Hopefully the Interlude

Our paths had crossed and passed each other
But they had not be-come confused
They were paths leading to some home
They had places to go, they knew where

The starlings migrated as the geese
But one didn’t nest with the other
The caves, though close, had separate water streams
And evolution didn’t share its differences

While the stream chattered
And while the rocks were massaged gently by its progress
While the shared toil was enriching
The stream did not fizz

And yet those flying herbs and spices brought down the mask of ignorance
With stretched wings the paths merged temporarily
For a while, Harris’ Lament was forgot and
Lovers were made of this goose and starling

It’s not true that emotions can be kept separate
As the caves merged at the surface, they merged beneath
Ovums in the nest were large and small
“If only” he said

As I sit, pondering the Lament and the Pilgrim
As I burn as though I’ve boiling water in my heart
And as I ache and weep and cry
I hope the tale’s ending is yet to come