Finding your way back

Some days
I feel you
calling
and I go
back to the path.

It's overgrown now.
I rarely
retrace the steps
back to that
clearing
where we
love.

Sometimes I think I see you
peeking
through the deep woods.
But you don't come to the
clearing
anymore.
So I wonder if seeing you
was just a trick of the
light.

I expect your
reasoning
overshadows
your visions.
So I don't wait long there
anymore.

And, yet,
this pull remains;
simple, intact, amused and unrequited.

Maybe you'll find your way
back
to the clearing.
The instant you do, I will know.
I will find you there.

Washed in the relief
of your breath with mine
we will not
be able to stand.

From our knees
we will end.
From out knees
we will begin.


Beth McCarthy Marks
September 2, 2017