you are here, now you are on the other shore.
a muse, you!
what on earth happened to the flirt and the monk?
you, the monk.
you, the flirt.
what on earth happened to speaking the unspeakable?
you are not in my heart
you are not in my being
you have landed right smack in the middle of my life, no invitation.
one day, i looked up, you were there: iconoclastic, selfish, human.
how much water flowed under that bridge before then?
silence. pure silence.
i was in the garden by the gingko,
you asked,
i answered.
you are here.
