her gift

I called to her, a wind battering sails
blowing sea into flesh into the wind
we sailed toward a moment
lost but for our eyes, she
was the raging life, the pristine
shining and meticulous, she called
back, we cannot falter, stop,
we must live outward, forward
we must believe in everything
that we can be—and are—she
was the moment, the wind howling
the day breaking, the everything
that I ever wanted that instant
every day and forever…she
gave me the direction, gifted me
her sight her being her fury…
and I lived from then on.

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