The Watering Hole of the Ruby Mountain



Red horse. Blue Horse.
The world is this simple.
They are not opposites.
They are complementary.
Cosmic partners. Angels.
We are complicit therefore.
Or we are nothing. The alps
are our measuring rod,
the cloud-wish we drink
and trust. Love is our currency.
We offer our lives
for what they are:
unbroken, a river always widening.