Your soul, my soul

older than the moon

once we gathered the dawn

brought with us the newest year

the wildest of flowers

the oldest of souls.

Long listened I to water flow
deep down, ever
revealing patience to stone
my heart in darkness.
Love left me while I
listened. Love lay alone, heavy, alone.

Gravity arrived

swathed in dull brown cloud

weighed me down

feet to the floor.

The cat was black, sleek, elusive, wiry, worried.

She arrived in the night,

sought shelter in a big old bent red barn hunched at the top of a hill

 I

When I first felt that delicate brush

that soft touch

of something more, something other

a wider awareness.

Was it some where beyond myself.