Once, long ago


“Well, I am I,” you said, “and you

are you.”  That was the way you

left.  It was a pearly

hour darkness swelling in the


of light.  I

stiff, unwilling, forlorn,

such a rudimentary

sum if after all and all one

and one turned out only to make—

Watched you stride a

dozen yards, pause, throw

back your head take

in a breath of evening,

whirl, melted

into your familiar

meadowy smile  thorny

tears swelling my

throat heard “Love”…

Many births later

did we not in anguish find

two can be one and

yes, one can be two?