Pact

Between the hill and lake there is a pact
deeper than the bonds of blood and longer,
What comes to me is yours, all worldly wealth
and though we concrete path and tarmac road
or dig foundations, raise up brick and steel
our efforts cannot dim or separate. As soon
as rain begins to scent the air with metal, springs rise
upon the hill, and rivers spill through car-park
across lawn, soaking shoes; transporting leaves and twigs
as gifts into the lake. The water chuckles as it flows
.