Crossroads
I live in the borderlands. My life's a crossroads there. People passing, pausing, passing through. The constant press for change, the constant checking at the border. They trace their paths—acquaintances and lovers—through my life and away. The strangers who become friends while they're in town; the friends who find mates. The closest connection cannot hold. They're here for a while and then gone on, while I, I'm still as a roadside stone, gravity-worn into a resting place.
Published in Borderlands, Court Street Press, Seattle: 1999
Onetime reproduction for non-resale purposes permitted by the author with the following credit line: by Judith Yarrow
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