The Other Is The Dark

One of us is fire, the other

water indifferent we go

one of us is current, the other

rubber like a mat to stop

the flow one of us is high

the other bent low when we

were younger we wove

poems in the snow now

we are old our bones

powdered lined in rows

once we were tinder,

searching for a spark

but now

one of us is the daylight,

the other is the dark.