it happened
on south mountain road
whirling home
by bike
in summer.
i was falling towards something, careening downhill
absorbed in the beauty
of this aloneness
a frontier unfolding like a wing
a wing
she dove across
the road
my forehead met her feather
we could have collided
one sweeping touch
of sacred
into the other.
in that moment
our prayers combined.
Don't be afraid of who you are becoming.
Listen deeply
and meet yourself, who is
Your Companion.
i turned to face her.
she landed
softly
watching.
Love your darkness, lean in
with alert and patient eyes.
What we are made of
will in turn
be born
into something new.
