My ridiculous separateness from you is the mirage,
Laughing behind me, always, is a river that waits
for nothing.
Mostly I am the last to know this,
But maybe, for the waiting, I feel more it’s
effortless power to take me to you, and
maybe more, for the waiting, I come to learn
it’s name. It’s love.
As trite as it is, it’s the river
itself.
So beautiful…