On the threshold of the Universe,
at the cliff-edge
where the impossible becomes
real,
And with it, fear:
why me, at this time,
–and her?
Standing at a crossroads
of galaxies
of light years
of lifetimes
of synchronicity
of coincidence
of circumstance
of attachment
of existence
–and not.
And not.
Still.
Turning slowly against gravity,
heart in throat,
I accompany this one back
to reclaim a home among stars.
Back, through fear:
What was real?
Will I remember?
Will I not remember?
Will I ever be my whole self again?
I go as far as my weary body can.
My heart goes farther
yet,
and still.
Tears pass,
years pass.
And I come to know
this one who is of me
is with me
and I her
–and still.
I smile and tell her:
I love you so.
In the close stillness
of reply
there is God.
And so,
her.
And still.
—Name Withheld