Today I took 2 baths.
One, a brining of sorts, soaking up the marinade.
The next, a proper cleansing.
To all the woeful women who have come before, how do you make due?
Empty house with candles lit for only God, right?
Odd turning face to an old life.
I see her across the river, jumping and running.
The sun is on her face. She is crying and I am her there.
It is warm and bright so much so it hurts.
Shadows gross and dark hover in the corners.
I am reminded again this day is near done.
Across the river a woman in deep blue watches me like a mother.
I want to hold her, or run straight to her arms.
The land is in chaos there across the river.
A deep pool of sunlight cuts the cracked road ahead of her,
Begs her to run forward.
I have seen her move, but her stride is slow.
It is as if, for a moment, someone ahead calls her name, her attention flutters.
Then her gaze again steadies on me.
One day we will meet in the river, the two of us.
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