Anniversary
How we hauled ourselves up a mountain past
trees that would become a house for someone
the lake a mirror of clairvoyance, calculatinghow many swimming pools of water wash
through the cataract, the fire nurtured from
the ashes of the night before, blue lightreflecting onto my page in commiseration, the
land opening up to us in a meadow aptly named,
how the sky was not only over us, but within.This is not a lost letter to what has been wrought;
who was right and who was wrong and how we
have to work now to find that sky. Time givesother tools, and a capacity for not needing the
lake, the cataract, the blank page. This testament
to a yearning past resembles lost pieces to anincoherent puzzle. Going in was the journey
we concocted, knowing the answers were
already written, stepping anxiously into thethreshold of air, where we could fly around
such landscapes like in dreams needing no
sustenance, just a constant seeking. I havehad to claim a position to get back to here,
where I wonder how to face the mountain
again, and will survey the vast purlieu thatwe could not have known going in though
we had every hope of achieving, only that it
came to resemble another landscape completely.