A wild waiting to welcome your soft body,

An ephemeral bloom at your arrival.

Always in the periphery of living, the embered rim of your gaze.

Distant thunder, fevered movements, falling water pools and presses on,

Your stride thick as dewdrops hanging from the green tongues of morn.

Full-throated pain and prostrate agonies relent embraced in low hanging mist,

The dream where two skies entwine to subdue to dusk.

Ribboned blossom clad rushlights bathe celebrants in your love-glow.

Holy luminescence emerges from the cavern temples dwelling between each of your toes.

Chanting ancient blessings you rise through earth, past mineral formations concentrated in time, past rootlets exchanging ions, past tunneling small pink nosed creatures into

Chasms of truth offered as wisdom when the memories of you cease to offer solace

When the smallest gesture, an offering of hope, transmutes wish into will, separateness into connection,

here, where the love we have come to know as stranger becomes abundant, here, in the air between our song where we had first spoken our own names, here, where we had spread the continent of our understanding to melt to compassion,

here, into the web of things.