Have we met in another life? I’ve sensed that, too. Maybe we’ve led parallel lives up until this point, but parallels never meet if I remember my geometry correctly. But parallels do intersect on another plane or dimension. Are we here, hovering in cyberspace? Do we now meet after all the waiting, from lifetime(s) ago? Or are we still defying the odds?

You see, Mom, my daughter tells me yesterday. If you put it out there, the universe will respond. I have been coming to terms with my deep desires and writing them down for a while now. I just didn’t realize the universe need to hear my wishes through the Internet!

I hope you can withstand more nonconforming poetry. The words below I wrote this July, while contemplating the water across the west coast island cabin in which I was staying.

There, in the distance, a lighthouse signals
A soft breath of yearning
An elbow tug
Here we sit, in the gift
Seeing yet not seeing
A watery mirror of our natures
Visible from the other shore.

The true completeness hidden
By a passing boat, slicing
An amoebic glimmery shadow tall
Treetops rising into the wide sky blue
At once plumb the depths of lush golden green currents

Does love reach upwards or down
Equally, steadfast
In all directions separate, in its time
Its colors, intensify, reflections elusive in its fullness
In this secret light
Finding root instead in the shadows
Of thick growth indiscernible, brutal gods fooled—

Hand in hand, we sit
Mind in mind
Separate, day to day
Lips not touching
A sand line of eternity between us
While an ocean’s life flows freely
Leaving behind what could not be said
A love more alive in its silence.

Yours,