A brief interloper, I once was
In a year long affair with an apparition of myself; akin
to have come to the edge of a dark pool,
dipped my toe in,
scuttled–fallen, aghast– backward.
To watch the sun rise and fall,
the moon rise and fall
and feel no more different
Until this evening
under a rose oil bath water sky
I blinked twice, hard and
My elbows became my own
My hips became my own
All parts of anatomy so rendered under God
United with my soul,
the twist and snap of old walking partners
falling into a comfortable stride.
A laugh that sounds like a bark carried by the breeze–
a soft and unheard resolution.