You’re like wildwood at the edge of a city. <br />And I’m the city: steam, sirens, a jumble <br />of lit and unlit windows in the night. <br /> <br />You’re the land as it must have been <br />and will be—before me, after me. <br />It’s your natural openness <br />I want to enfold me. But then <br />you’d become city; or you’d hide <br />away your wildness to save it. <br /> <br />So I stay within limits—city limits, <br />heart limits. Although, under everything, <br />I have felt unlimited earth. Unlimited you.<br /><br />Joseph Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-limits/
