Letting Go

I flew up to the mountains in September and hoped
you would be there. And so our lives in their spiraling
unfoldment touched once again.

A hope budding in the autumn hills a year ago became a
winter blossom. How could I ever expect to live it again?

We paused briefly, sharing a sigh, an embrace.
We took a breath of one another’s life and knew
the difference, though we have yet to breathe deeply
the uniqueness of our own solitude.

Who can even think to ask where is the good? Eternity knows.
How can we take our doubting seriously?

Providence has its own measure of time with its children.
We pursue it full force only to find ourselves coddled in its arms.
We thought we had grasped its tail when all along we were being
nudged from behind.

I am one more relationship in love with life because of you.
Yet it was life that presented you.
Life caught my eye through you.