We breathe the same air

It is difficult to be in relationship when someone has determined you do not breathe the same air.

She has determined

What I need to do

And be.

My view

Of the Universe

Is rarely

The same,

Even though I know

We breathe

The same air.

We occupy ourselves

With different things.

The sand hill cranes

Visit her

In winter.

They fly overhead here

In fall and spring.

We notice different things

She and I.

The cranes

Are vital

To me.

Still

They carry

That same air

North.

Soon enough

They will fly

Overhead.

Or maybe

Not soon enough