We touched a sacred place today
while hiding, covering our tracks
to places where tears keep
saline watch o'er high-wire balance
between
despair and self-destruction.

We broke through to a
glade of gathering
where, scooped into each other's
keeping carefully,
we, tender flowers
nestled in hands determined
to keep us 'til we made it home

And for a few not-desperate moments
we were so loved
and so we loved
we stooped before each other to caress
(if only in that timeless instant)
our tired, weary-from-running feet
(and didn't care who was looking --
or what they said)

Now that it's over
(not that I could have stood it
much longer)
my anointed feet dance lightly on the wire
and fragrance fills the air

Was it you?
Or God?
Or God in us together?

We dared to crack a window
we will never shut again