Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Dance

by Kat Comer

We made a bonfire
early in the summer
that night before you left
when I didn't know if you'd return
or even send a postcard
to inform me
if destiny would lead you back
to our rocking
or turn you in a new direction.

We lit the room with our weavings
a tapestry of color and shadow
and your big hands
like a gentle bears'
threaded endlessly
along my skin
turning me to gold.

That such rocking could form us anew
turn us inside out
spin us into and beyond one another.
Surely it was the gods who were dancing
early in the summer
that night before you left.