Know Thyself

My heart stirs in its slumber
in its hibernation
in its incremental dying
I encountered you --
It wasn’t just a “meeting”!
‘twas too dynamic, too vital
too full of promise to simply say
“we met”

Hook, line & sinker
I took the words you wrote
and created you
in their image
Visions filled with promise
I raise my glass in toast
“to Becoming!”

This is why I do not gamble
- the boats don’t count my dollars!
I was willing to bet on you
roll the dice
spin the wheel

Now here we are
not Becoming… except
Becoming
further strangers
than when we met.
~~~04/19/2004