All things conspire to hold me from you
even my love,
since that would mask you and unname you
till merely woman and man we live.
All men wear arms against the rebel
and they are wise,
since the sound world they know and stable
is eaten away by lovers eyes.
All things conspire to stand between us
even you and I,
who still command us, still unjoin us,
and drive us forward till we die.
Not till those fiery ghosts are laid
shall we be one.
Till then, they whet our double blade
and use the turning world for stone.
All things conspire
written byJudith Wright
© Judith Wright