Two lands reside in my heart
one of mountain and fog, shore and evergreen
the other of riverbed and mesa, burning sand and thunderstorms.
I wondered how they could both exist within me without warring
so different are their climates, their cultures, their purposes
but I see it now: that he is the ocean and you are the desert
and as the sun loves the moon
so prosperity loves scarcity
and as the moon loves the sun
so the hottest wastes love the coldest depths.