Union
Here I am
in the place
where she would be.
Here I am
in the land of
heat,
of sudden
rain,
of mosquitos
and I, the lone
mosquito hunter,
and she would be here
to hunt
alongside me,
but she is
not.
Here I am.
I flower in red and pale gold.
Here I am,
touching the very hills
that bear life,
and beyond them
the forging of the new
creation
in the beginning
(and is it not
your
beginning as much as
mine?)
beyond the love that
fades
and the heart that
stills,
and you would be here,
touching those hills
with reverent hands
and kneeling before this
sacred temple,
and you would
become
this sacred temple,
this holy ground,
these hallowed hills,
and I would be
with you
and you would be
in me
and through me
to be
you
—but
you're not here.