Looking back on mistakes and failed detours, there was that moment when it all turned timeless. Rhapsody in soft flesh, that one moment, two of us streaming joy in morning light. In the car, full moon driving us, we shared each other’s silence in volumes printed on the landscape we claimed as ours. We were the only beings in the world, a burst of welcome to everything inside us, new-found wisdom in our bones, exuberance and delight in each other’s eyes; the end of longing, the blossoming into each other above yearning. Now, too restless for a return, a summons to the impossible embrace flies by unheeded.
