So Here We Are
…right here
What went before
my shell of tears and rain
a cold and distant room
now a vacant space
an empty place
an abandoned chapter
in an unfinished book
the passages we must regret
the words bleached
from the pages
in front of me an empty sheet
the book is open
fallen open
the text trailing
across the chapters
travelled
from some distant place
to this very space
this exact space
rushing yet
to homes unknown
to places strange and yet unseen
so here we are
right here
no picture of the past
no hint about the future
the beginning a mystery
the ending yet to be written
you…
you were always my yearning
your presence I inhaled
with every breath
you aroused
the gentle breeze of summer
sad like a sacred song
and misunderstood like pain
the window of my soul opens
pages on the wind
thrown aloft
escaping
into the clear turquoise swell
into the vast space
between heaven and earth
in endless undulant silent flight
burning with passion and with fire
through the leaf red passages of time
© Ann Bagnall
2014
(Revised 2024)
