Return To the Highland Mist
I turn my back
feign indifference
and you make that sound ... that warm sound
that says, with a lilt FAR more convincing than words
"I love you ... I've missed you so"
it's been years, and I've wondered a thousand times
does she miss me, too?
do I dance in the depth of her dreams
or visit her momentary thoughts
in the quiet corners of the day?
does she search other sparkling eyes
for the soul-shimmer of mine?
now ... you're here, beside me and real as rain
and all melts away ...
years, walls, language, and our separate sojourns
half a world distant
as with all the parcels of truth
love is transcendent ... empyrean
laid bare and beyond difference
as visceral as the genes that separate us
and I think of how extraordinary and precious, our bond
how pure and simple and intricate, this feeling
how surely affection breaches the distance ... in a bound
human ...
and gorilla.
* For Dian Fossey, may she rest in peace *
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