soon it was no longer about us

I'm saying I was wrong
and he was wrong
and that our two wrongs together
were like a river hitting
the first of the big rocks.
His tit for my tat didn't approve anything
for anyone. Except for the hikers
who looked at the rapids
from a huge distance in their dry shoes.

They saw water leaping,
something beautiful happening.
And maybe it benefited a black bear
who managed to paw an extra fish
out of the equation. Soon it was no longer
about us. The hikers kept gawking
through binoculars down into the canyon,
and the bear continued to eat.
Fish were never intended to be immortal.
Surprisingly, I had thought of none of this.
I'm saying I was wrong.

I didn't expect the wilderness of love
to be something you had to pack for.

[Kristen Tracy 'An Analogy' from Half-Hazard: Poems]