On certain clear-light days,
when your attention wanders
and mounds of clouds glow
on the horizon, you still see
her, looming, out of the corner
of your eye, and your breath
catches, a gasp of recognition:
Oh, there you are.
But, before you can smile, all
the miles and years recall you
to yourself, reminding you that,
while she is there, you can’t see
her, because she is not here,
where you are. And, in that
moment, you are sorry to have
been mistaken, because you
have lost her all over again.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: NOAA
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