Come into this poem with me.
We can reside
In its lines of forgiveness.
Shame cannot be. It can only hide.
Everything I was is hidden
In these routines. Yesterday I noticed the tide
So far out, walking across the harbor
Was not out of the question.
Come to me, then. The sea is out
And will be so forever.
We will have water, and everything we need.
The sunshine will sing
And there will be no greed.
Since my desire only elicited blame,
I have come to understand too much desire
And desire to have no desire are pretty much the same.
Since I cannot hold your hand; since you cannot really be here,
Let me write your name.
Rosalinda!
You said you couldn’t come. But you came.