Your opposition is my complementary,
like earth and sky, spring and autumn
or even, if you like, heaven and hell.
You come from the tribe of a woman
with whom I have little in common
but who taught me to hold that rock
to my breast, the cactus flower musk
against my lips, until the words come.
Maybe you have learned that, too.
You arrived from I don't know where,
knocking on my poems, demanding an answer.
My door opened wide and I invited you in.
Come, let's spread out on your landscape,
watching the clouds, letting the words rain.
Kenia asked the Real Toads to write a poem that is a response to or a dialog with another poem, preferably another Toad's. This is my response to a poem by one of my favorite people, Cosmos Cami of The Cosmic Word Laboratory. Here is a link to Cami's poem:
Polar
