Healing Begins
 
 
I find myself spinning. Repeating
What should have played out long
Ago, but has not. It is strong as ever.
So much for leaving things behind!
 
 
Strangely, I am no longer angered.
Neither is she. Years seem to have
Mellowed the frustration and the tears.
Yet the same situation remains; intractable.
 
 
I cannot hide my face. It is impossible
To deny the oneness. It seems so natural.
I think of the soul and the flesh that we 
Share. Powerful indeed. Portents
 
 
That define probabilities of mutual
Pathways. I begin to look at things
With a new set of eyes; a new mutuality.
Perhaps not new; perhaps for the first time.
 
 
It appears our tasks are not done.
Try as I might, I cannot escape this
Rendering of all that I have believed
About relationships; about love; marriage.
 
 
Gone are the expectations; the givens.
Roles now fluid and malleable begin to
Take a new shape; a shape not resembling
The artifices of Man but those of Love.
 
 
Greybear