Encounter

Written 9/2/04

Who are you? Can I be certain if you beckon me?
And if so, from where? A pallid face in the core
Of a cold pond? A wild haired child atop lightning
Scarred pinnacles? Softly speaking woman lingering
In the shade?

Why did my Soul leap when I first encountered you?

There is this strange sense that you are a Sister
to me. Proud, solitary. Am I right that your heart
Occasionally must strain to encompass your outer
Horizons, or shorten sail in the gale of your Love?