The Passage of O


It was an awakening,
it was O, a beauty, a soul
a simple sliver of light
creating contrast, the
edge of darkness
as it slid to lightness,
as it divided,
a line with point to point
simplicity…I didn’t know
her, but
I knew her
like I know me
or wish I knew me
…I felt immediately
connected and apart
like salt in the ocean
in and of
and then
she was gone
too late my shadow fell
past where she was
I could only watch
only feel the connection
slip and disengage
an awakening lost, a
moment gone.

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