Who Knew?

Her heart washes
free
As wind howls
raindrops pelt
and stars press through
the shadows of night.
Quiet morning
incense of a
thousand million years
infuses her body
floating away
residue of
past lives
in this place.

Now
grey welts
of sea
foam to a
white mist
breaking
on
sandy beaches
this way
and that.

Alone
she is
she is not
Loneliness lives
only in a
tiny cave
for now
Her heart
knows how
to open
open
Unlock
shackles
that have
grown
rusty and worn
over the years.

How easy
this is
now.
How it
was impossible
then.

Who knew
the secret
of this
moment
was available
with one
breath
One fling
of a
roommate’s
blanket
across the
room.
Who knew?
Who knew?
Who knows?
Even now.

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