wildflowers

Wildflowers

originally published October 26, 2020

I found her somewhere between far gone and not far enough.

She wasn’t cowering in the corner.

Instead, she had created a sanctuary built of intangible walls and resolute thoughts.

Beautiful. Curious.

I peer through the opaque window. Her eyes meet mine.

I feel her hurried heart, as she assumes a position of defense.

Her body prepares for contest.

She scans me, as I slowly lower myself to the ground

calmly folding my hands in my crisscrossed lap

closing my eyes, softening my body, and breathing.

Minutes pass.

I breathe.

soft. still.

A hand grasps mine.

We breathe together.

deep. soft. still.

She is me.

I am her.

And we are moving

hand in hand

forward

to fields of wildflowers.