Apart

They appeared over the dunes

skimmed the trees,

and hurried on

to the sea

or some lonely pond

or wherever it is

they were meant to go

urgent, immaculate,

the heat of their eyes

staring down

and then away,

a handful of earth,

a handful of sky

and a heart full of moss

their power and grace

still echoing inside my own body

on they went, their pace quickening

loving each other

as they grew apart

grew different

on each side

of the curious divide

The debris of lives scattered

as they rode into the night

hoping for new planets that would

deliver them beyond binary.

What we love, shapely and pure,

is not to be held,

but to be believed in.

And then they vanished, 

into the untouchable distance.

(Poetry Mixology. Words from Mary Oliver, Lynell George, and Kerry McPherson borrowed and blended into one poem).