One Horse Wandering Between Two Unnamed Hills
At times when
only the void stood between us
we got all the way to each other.
—Paul Celan
by Beth Anstandig
Both of us could hear
the sound of years—
these impossible notes
or the spaces between the notes
where we would wait
to find each other.
We try to say something
but find a valley of silence
like one horse wandering
between two unnamed hills,
alone but begging to be that wild.