Last night on the other side of the water I saw a woman who did not speak, she threw a pebble and cracked its mirror and smiled that smile the smile that said I am here, you are going to be alright. And I knew I would because the woman was my mother giving reason not for dying in my sleep, though I never asked why I am when I never asked to be who I am.
Today I walk that path with a woman whose heart is mine, she picks elderberry and sloe to eat, we see a kingfisher stab the water and she smiles that smile the smile that speaks of existential symbology. I wish for some of my richer yesterdays to be tomorrows and know I am alright. Because tomorrow I’ve found reasons not for drowning and for being who I am.