Looking back
At a picture I just saw
Of you
And she, and she
Seemed so far away
So distant
And it wasn’t just the angle
Of the lens or your proximity
To the camera
Though you did loom large
In the foreground.
And you overlooking
Not only the snow-draped
Sunset of the painted desert
But the whole of it
The here, the now
And the what ifs.
Even the space between you
Knowing what I know now
Seems in transition
In flux
And the bonding so like the
Flat palms she pressed decidedly
Upon her thighs
And the curve of her waist
So delicate, yet strong.
You have deemed her fearless
But let’s not forget
That we are all human.
Pedestals are unworthy
Of living flesh; alabaster
Or otherwise.
I see decades of happiness
Knowing now what you knew then
Looking down upon her
And the vast expanse
Of other, not so knowable miracles.
