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.