and all this dances in a downpour of rain.

he is,

spread vast like a sky of light, blazing with fire.

known

and welcomed

home.

past me. past this. past the past. passed.

my heart feels this swell of joy

like all the rain pouring into the sea,

full and fierce,

with exquisite space and infinite forgiveness.

love is a shine

that blinds us and reveals us to our tender selves.

here and everywhere and nowhere.

he is and

he is not.

this arrival catches me

searching my pockets, my bags, my luggage

for the thing I used to carry, hold so tightly;

the thing I was certain was so necessary to me, for me, of me.

now, gone,

missing.

and in its emptied space is a room so wide I can stretch my arms into the wings of

a giant bird and grow my legs into the sky high roots of a tree

and spin and spin

and dance and dance

and laugh as loud as

I can.

because,

I am.