She climbed for the view

over all of the pieces

missing in action

 

but so far from field

she was too high to collect

any meaningful

 

semblance of early

configurations

of love and friendship.

 

she had to go down

and follow the river bed,

to lie underneath,

 

to wait in the depths.

heart broken by the sight and

defibrillated

 

by the breath of One

already there, bleeding out

poem’s syllables