Yesterday I was missing
the absolute love sustaining my eternity.
I missed the feeling
that all was just quite right.
Today I am longing
for that nakedness of soul,
when everything I was, I am,
is perfect, and enough.
Tomorrow I will have a faint remembering,
just sufficient to spark my yearning
for that infinite expansiveness
of my union with all that is.
And then I shall.
I shall miss
the feeling of cool, moist, raw earth under my bare feet,
and hearing the quail woo his lifetime mate,
calling to her with his gentle, rhythmic cooing.
I shall long
to feel my lover’s hot breath on my naked skin,
and to smell the musty scent of fresh rain,
as it tenderly moistens all that is dry.
I shall have a faint remembering,
just sufficient to spark the yearning
for the singular smallness I felt
when I gazed at the night sky with hope and wonder.