A wish

for SH

There was a chasm
dry and strewn with rocks.

Neither of us
could throw a rope
across
or build a bridge
to meet half way.

You tried once
but by then
I was barricaded
into my encampment
on the other side

frozen
frightened
of falling and being broken
beyond repair.

----

May it not be
too late
for an unfamiliar grace
to melt away
the illusion
so fiercely grasped

and to learn
that weakness and fear
can only hide
a luminous reality
for a little while
(maybe not even a lifetime)

then to soften and
to heal
and finally
to understand

to let the waters flow and
to watch the desert bloom.