Sit with me
I want to say,
It’s been such a long time.
Maybe this place is unfamiliar to you,
I know – I am also, still, not so sure of it,
or even how I came to be here.
I’m not sure which of my histories
had to emerge, defiant and victorious,
from the rest, for today to take
the shape it has, or why,
Or how to contend with
my other stories, so stubborn and sure
(so much more certain than I am),
each cropping up, in turn,
to ask something of me.
Maybe it’s like that for you, too,
where you are?
I would like to meet you there
and hear your stories.
I would like for the act
of our communion, though,
to be our beginning,
to form the core of our existence,
both yours and mine,
and for the stories
to enlighten us without taking over.
Let us sit together,
and not scramble for meaning,
or dismiss the struggle either.
Let us take all of it,
hold it in the space between us,
and breathe and love and be,
you and me,
the only place we can,
here, now, free.