The words we chose to speak
could not be construed
to be words of great love,
but they were.
It was with gaiety that we chatted
about the commonplace
and laughed a lot.
We were happy.
I sat in my chair
at the dining room table
and watched with joy a moment rare
in our shared history.
My coffee cup
had been refilled so many times;
its taste was cutting sweet.
You had risen from the table
and in the space that was
the middle of the kitchen,
were moved by some unnamed force
to do a jig.
In the fragmented second it took
to blink away a laughing tear,
your form transformed
and there we were and yet not.
With feet doing your
ancestral dance in mid-air,
your solid body was no longer solid.
A maze of dancing atoms and molecules
took your shape.
Your color took on their transparency
and I thought how fragile you are!
It was just a moment
but eternity practising
and you were back into
the time frame we both knew as you.
I could not tell you what I saw.
The rules of this let’s pretend world
are hard to break.
I sit at this desk with
magically moving molecules,
drinking coffee from a supposedly
solid white cup and saucer
and holding tight to a yellow pencil
at a time when the rest of the world
sleeps and weeps.
Knowing the mountain
is only a thought form
and with a little faith in my ability
to move it, I could.
With our prejudices
we mightily construct a world
to please or not,
as our self image directs.
But in this brief Camelot moment,
I know that in that sacred space I saw you
so utterly defenseless,
I never loved you more, nor me.