My heart moves so fast that it almost has me scrambling after it. But no, we are connected – it can only run so far before it’s left with no choice but to wait for me, jerked to a halt, a dog reaching the end of its leash.
That said, once I’d seen you off safely and on time, I went back to the bed you slept in, still warm with the aliveness of your body, and I wept and wept.
The whole history of my life stood before me: a spiral, a cathedral, dirt road, river. A sacred calendar, its entirety known only to me, only thought of as sacred by me.
I can withstand the sun and wind, I thought to myself. I can withstand the intangible, the horror, the splendor. But not this rain, these rising rivers – Oh Transcendent Energy, haven’t I seen enough rain?