It was a hot day coinciding with passion
Walking with an eager step
like feet that have wings
Walking flying
Walking anticipating
Walking to the moment
soon. to meet the guide.
Who appeared like an oasis
a horizon unfolding
lush and cool.
Whose fine mist spun rainbows
beneath the heart.
Like invisible hands
spinning afternoon gold.
Like a sun-dance
spontaneously performed
within the theatre of space.
Like illusory sculptures
formed wet
by fingers moist
with life and breath.
wherever the eyes cared to rest.
This, a holy haven
blossoms and colors
offered their scents.
This, the only haven.
Recognition, like a mirror,
so wild, so charged, so free.
Photo by Bonnyb Bendix