Our Late Arrival

Who could have known?

The pattern of life was already here.

Hot and cold in its earthliness.

It only required us to find our willingness

On a simple classroom first-glance,

Even as neither was looking for the other.

There…

In a small learning room no one would remember,

Given its utility plainness,

That place where you might have lost your way,

Save for the invisible aura finding purchase

In my psyche that was to reveal itself

At a later date.

Perhaps…

It was then that we both heard synergism reaching, 

The sound of muted longing,

Like an hourglass whose means of clocking intervals had halted,

The salty tears of lost time causing life to harden

Until that moment

When quiet arresting of awareness

Had no choice

But to chance another flow.

Later…

Between distant geographies of being,

We merged our words into visions of mutual respect

Forged later with touches of inner unity

Into an even later sunlit afternoon of bonding amidst friends,

Where we reached modestly for infinity,

Becoming independently one,

All while Love’s late arrival

Held tight our hands

As we made good

That once invisible aura.