As Easy As
I remember downpour and torrent: wildflowers hammered
and bent, everything drenched—a stitch in my side from
running. Rain on the path ankle-deep over broken stones,
and rising. When I stopped (pine and sage in the air—three
thousand miles from home), you appeared the way an idea
slips into consciousness, at first on my vision’s edge and
then suddenly—the moon haloed, raindrops pearled with
flickering light. And there we were—rich in our skin. As
easy as that. As basic as need.
Acknowledgment: A Lightness, A Thirst, or Nothing At All (Welcome Rain Publishers, 2015)
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