Echoes

To grow up deep in a valley
Where echoes chase after each word,
And an angry scream meets with its answer
Like a lover whose dream is fulfilled,


Is to tremble on top of a mountain
Where you wait to be sure that you're heard
And your sightlines all parallel faultlines
Like a lover whose dream is deferred. 

Metamorphosis

You can only hate
what you deeply know.
You can only eat
things that used to grow.
You can only believe
what you used to doubt.
You can only love
what you've lived without.