Morning Mist

193 :: Morning Mist

I see you there
walking behind me
as if you’d like to disappear
into the white mist with your black dog.

Let it swallow you up:
all your beautiful long legs,
curly hair covering
deep-seeing eyes —
hide
if you must.

But, please, know this:
I will keep walking with you.
I will keep walking
right on through
the mistakes I have made
over the past 13 years,
since I carried you inside
of me,
knowing so little
about who you were
and who I would need to become
to be your mother.

And, oh,
my dear child,
I love you like the wind
on a soft summer morning
resting on the edges
of the orchard,
ready to blow away
the thick air
surrounding us.

I see you
even
in the morning
mist.

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