Two Worlds

How does it feel to live
     in two worlds?

To have left my vineyard behind
     to go off
     to a foreign land

Only to look back
     and long for grapes?

I know that there is nothing
     particularly extraordinary
     in my duality:

Some live in three
     or four
     or more.

But my division
     is binary:

Each wealthy in some ways,
     poor in others;

Each half
     complementarily contradictory.

But not like an apple
     cut in two -

More like two gentle arms,
     two gurgling streams:

Born in the same spring
     and reunited,
     fingers lovingly clasped,
     in a living, singing, river.

Rushing on ahead
     toward
     wholeness.