Monday, May 27, 2019

Here, where you are (Day 859)

On certain clear-light days, 

when your attention wanders 

and mounds of clouds glow 

on the horizon, you still see 

her, looming, out of the corner 

of your eye, and your breath 

catches, a gasp of recognition:

Oh, there you are. 

But, before you can smile, all 

the miles and years recall you 

to yourself, reminding you that, 

while she is there, you can’t see 

her, because she is not here, 

where you are. And, in that 

moment, you are sorry to have 

been mistaken, because you 

have lost her all over again. 

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

Image: NOAA

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