maybe the universe

puzzles over theories

about you.

~unknown

go find it….

inquiry for today~ you’re gonna remember somehow

giving in

She walks, as if from a dream, into your life,
ribboned hair unraveling, brown eyes
like cups of tea, come to whisper
a secret into your trembling ear.

You try hard not to listen, clinging
to your calendar, your achievements, 
your loneliness, until the silver ache 
of it all spreads through your limbs

and she holds out her hand across
the ravine, and you see how the chasm

is not empty, but filled with a rushing
river, and you can swim until

you become fish and flow, until
you are the ancient stream 
emerging from stone, 
until her face becomes yours.

~Christine Valters Paintner