A semblance of peace

April 22nd, 2008

It has taken us five years, beloved, to reach this one oasis past the desert of our parting: five years of waiting and walking and looking up at a brilliant sun and walking on again. Five years of numb fingers, parched throats, voiceless mouths. I used to forget to speak, afraid of whatever sea had evaporated in my throat — knowing only heat, salt, friction, restraint. But now there is water, and rest, and the sound of leaves.

I see your face in the water, touch it with palm and fingertip. Ripples carry away fragments of the image, but you remain–

Beloved, after so much dry longing… I am out of the desert, the words are returning, and I can learn, again, how to write.

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