I Will Meet You There

"Beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there's a field. I will meet you there" - Rumi


You were a warm breeze
after a freak snowfall in Spring;
you were shade from a scorching sun;
not the sharp angles of high noon
but a gentle shadow of evening
walking over the grass towards the sunset.

A tranquil sea I could wade into
and lie on my back in the water,
unafraid of drowning.

You were the one who never tried
to own me,
the desert's flame red surprise
of Ocotillo,
the rescue boat no one could see
on the horizon.

You, who wrote poems for me
spilling your soul
into my cupped hands
warmer than water
and blue like the ocean
I love.