Precious Human Rebirth

I have this flash as we are standing in the subdued lights, in the epilogue of day. 

 

She has just walked in to our hotel room.  She begins talking to me about her day. 

She has been in taxi cabs and traffic, haggling 

With shop keepers and dragging her loot from place to place. 

She stands somewhere between the bustling outer world and the inner peace of home.

I have been in silence. 

I have been in my head. 

I have been in a dream with my fingertips gently clicking away.  

I stand somewhere now between the cosmos and the wakeful world that she just drug in. 

In that no man’s land, her form feels foreign, not so much her form but the form of a human animal.

As I watch her talk and hone in on her gestures, she becomes even more of an anomaly.

My senses reform again in front of this creature.

My mind birthed again in the dusk of day, I follow the lines of her body, 

Lit.

The words tumbling from her lips are mere sounds flapping their wings in my ears.

Her gestures cock my head and I am frozen in the magnificence of life.

I am frozen in the exquisite truth of being.

Frozen in the presence of reflection, a reflection of the mystery,

 Me.

A luminous form adapted from formlessness,

Sculpted in to a lover

This time.