Crossing the Divide She walks, as if from a dream, into your life, ribboned hair unraveling, brown eyes like cups of tea, come to whisper a secret into your trembling ear. You try hard not to listen, clinging to your calendar, your achievements,  your loneliness, until the silver ache  of it all spreads through your limbs and she holds out her hand across the ravine, and you see how the chasm is not empty, but filled with a rushing river, and you can swim until you become fish and flow, until you are the ancient stream emerging from stone, until … Continue reading Christine Valters Paintner