Sunlight floods the small room. Dust floats, lazy in still air. The only sounds those of the highway below. Memories creep in. Everything seems so long ago.
Winding through deep woods
her limpid pools reflect the edge of nature
In places, quiet depths swallow small pebbles
tossed in by passing children
The pebbles sink slowly glinting in the darkening sun
they never seem to reach bottom
Her stretches of rushing waters
carve out her beloved nature
Alcoves among the trees
caress large boulders in her way
She knows these lumps are part of her
and when there’s nothing more to say
she is silent
There’s none to say ’tis right or wrong
We’ve left the village far behind
It’s our time now, a soft caress
Light fades away in evensong.
The stars come out and light our way
We walk the path to palm-thatched hut
Hand in hand our shoulders bump
Anticipating loving play.
We hesitate, then shyly ask
For what we need, for what we want
In hesitation, too, is given
And love is found, at last, at last.
…a flickering twist of awareness
floating unseen among a trillion galaxies
aware of my shortcomings, and
saddened by a thousand failures
…yet I find contentment
when I release the strands
of my existence, and
reach out to grasp another’s hands.
Integrity, humility, compassion, kindness, courage, respect for others regardless of sex or sexual orientation, regardless of race or national origin or economic circumstances, regardless of politics or religious beliefs, regardless…