Blue Divide - Richard Shindell

Once I tried to row

'Cause you know I hate to fly

So I set out from the coast

But got battered by the tide

As I glided back to shore

I raised an angry oar

And cursed that blue divide

As if it weren’t enough

To still be stranded on the wrong side

I landed in the surf

When a breaker hit my blind side

And when my clothes had dried

I hung my head and cried

Beside that blue divide

Because all that time I thought

That you and I were lost

A toss long fallen wide

In that blue divide

That endless blue divide

So I climbed up on a dune

And found Marconi with his radio

He was looking kind of blue

His antenna rusted long ago

Sitting on the cliff

We shared a handkerchief

Above that blue divide

I waved it in the hope

That you owned a telescope

That could pierce that blue divide

I thought I was marooned

Til I caught sight of your balloon

Rising with the moon

Across that blue divide

That endless blue divide