Bright light behind me
only shape remains
resting, hovering, suspended
clouds blacken against an orange-pink glowing sunset
black, too, the white-breasted hummingbird and the pink-striped hibiscus
against the golden burst of a fresh-out-of-bed sunrise
the curve of a jaw
the connect-the-dots peaks and valleys of wind-tousled hair
my own light, energy eclipsed
features undefined.
Youth blazes its shimmering sheen
rosy pink golden
the center of its own solar system
the star generating a magnetic pull
to gaze directly in its face
to run toward it without looking back
to leave everything behind
to be once more smooth-skinned
glistening and dewy
kissed and kissable
aglow with possibility
radiating the certainty of being seen.
What remains is to find grace
when only an outline remains
formless breath that has given this body all its shapes
the same breath that crystallizes then dissolves the clouds
that feeds the winds that howl and eventually still
lit from behind
neither you nor I
hummingbird nor hibiscus
Moon nor God
will reveal its face.
So beautiful.
Thank you!