Consider all the emotional worlds God’s hands have fashioned.  Surely the most mysterious is the path of life beyond life. It is a bitter joy to travel the path with one we love.  So many have been lost middle passage.  Unable to find the end together. Odd anticipation consumes me.  How will we be blessed?  I know no doubt that blessing awaits.  But of what ilk?

So now we wait

We skype

I peer at your background

I memorize the map of your face

You sweetly say you love me

All expectations condense

to the now

I peer at your detailed calamity

with excruciated eyes