Hill Town Folk
by Madeline Levine

I dreamed we lived up on a cliff
Where the land came into focus.
Two ripe hearts, sole souls, alone
From this vantage point so clear:

Rock and tide
Mud and sky

Were all there was to know.

But one day strolling
You got a little dizzy
Bumped your head against a cloud.
And we mountaineers
Quickly veered
Straight into the storm we’d perched above.

I landed on earth, solid and strange—
Safe and sound, if slightly bruised.
Rubbed my head and realized

I’d mixed me up with you.