Divided And Split Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Do you have to do something
you loathe or then hate

To finance the thing
that you love

Do you dance to a tune
both off key and off step

To waltz freely with what
comes from above

Do the moments you steal
and those stolen from you

Stand opposed, or now joined
at the hip

Are those times you conspire
to free aspiration

Worth a life lived divided,
—and split

(Train from White River Junction Vermont: March,2016)