Hill Town Folk
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
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.