Something about you is taunting me.
Who are you? I wonder.
You recall to me a dream,
or a vision,
or a faded memory--
and just when I think that the thought
is close enough to touch,
it is as though it slips through
fingers to eager,
bursting like a bubble
in my mind.

Since before we met,
"who you are"
has held my curiosity
intensley
from time to time.
Time is changeling;
what makes one time
different from the other?
I have known of you,
and truly we have shared our lives
for nearly a decade.
Yet, vaguely, do I think I know you now.

And so, I wonder . . .
Is this quest that teases me
from who we are
here and now;
or is it, perhaps,
from who we were
there and then???

Or is this all just fantasy?
Fact from fantasy
we can never finally know
So--to satisfy the "wondering"
of my mind,
you are a kindred spirit
of mine.

Marka started out as the best friend of one of my
best friends, and became my sister-in-law,
for a time. Our paths have parted, but only for now.