Evanescent Images

the wind speaks to me:

sit on the rock beside the lake
it's early in the morning
the fog hasn't lifted yet
your work of making pictures of birds
is finished for today
you were up there with them
flying as one of them
you felt it
you were part of it
transcendent
you lived in my embrace
outside of yourself
you can't think of any reason
to go back to the earth

the birds were my hopes
my visions of beauty, my ideals
I captured images of evanescent angels
whose flight trails were rainbows
then as suddenly as the sound of their wings
I lost them
I can't find them any more
I don't try any more

the wind knows
the wind commands me

how you long to keep the rapture!
there is only one way

you must do this:

touch the very still water
early in the morning
when the lake is misty and wondrous
when the air is cool and sweet
touch the water
leave your body here
fall back thousands of years to simplicity
leave it and fall back
touch the water so gently
stir it slowly
fall into simplicity
fall, and as you do
watch a woman's face take form in the ripples
her face is luminous, it is real
she calls to you
she wants you to come back to her
thousands of years ago
when you were both innocent
when the air was clean and sweet smelling
listen to her
she wants you to return to her time
go to her now
touch the water
touch her image
move closer to it
don't be afraid
fall back
touch it
enter it

BECOME.