Summer Highlands Poem by Daniel Brick

All morning, from its misty dawn
to the clarity of noon, we have wandered.
Let us sit on this hill above the valley,
and watch the river flow into the sea.
The sea will swell with this added weight.
As darkness slowly covers us, we will watch
as the stars descend into the sea, and
fire and water, so long at odds,
will be reconciled. Soon we two
will be asleep, in a tangle of limbs,
with those huge currents
of sea and stars flowing within our
deep psyches, making our sleeping selves
one life in alternating rest and motion.