There, there I see you –
walking along the shoreline,
the sun is your companion.
The ocean wind is relentless
you continue walking into the headwind.
I see pieces of you fall away and in turn
the fragments begin following you.
I close my eyes and see a version of you
the you of another time.
Each fragment vibrates, wavelengths fluctuate
at times they balance in a peaceful state of radiant light.
The wind grows stronger with each step,
pieces of various sizes and color are removed
from the outer shell – I am exposed to what’s
beneath the surface and the way daylight
scatters, and I am in love with
you that I see and the prism of colors
I respect the turmoil you endure
to break through the layers and find you.
Hesitation at the final obstacle where the land
falls to the sea and there is no known path
across the valley. A pause as the wind relents,
its power stacking as pebbles and stones
are caught in the vortex, the vibration of
streams, the debris circling, waiting.
From this distance, I do not know what she may be
looking at or for, what her intentions are, or
where she will next step. I see the wind
time passes and with reluctance, unease or
confusion from this new reality, you
raise arms and gather fragments from a distance
and place them one by one before you, creating
a multi-colored, vibrating bridge
over the raging river
violently tossing fallen trees and
icebergs at canyon walls.
The bits of fragment you chose to keep
lead to a new level of consciousness.
Others fell into the river and others
were discarded to the sea.
On the other side you are able to move
more freely, as burdens and weight
have been lifted, the mind more aware
of the being it communicates with.
The stone path you now stand upon
leads north into the mountains and
through the path you will arrive
at the ancient forest where I have been waiting.