reunion

Standing in the midst of a crowd

Submerged in dry humour like a body in dust,

A uniform gray that floats up to blot out the light

Alone behind a façade of smiles and routine banter,

When a shimmering distant shape breaks through the flakes

That dance about it like motes in a stream of sun

It bobs and weaves and brings with it in golden hair and

Radiant smile a burning piece of the solar disk itself.

Her face un-fuzzifies as if the lens of the world gave sudden focus

To her open blue eyes that pierce me with wonder,

That draw the sharp distinctions of her upper lip and cheeks

That send to me the joy of seeing, the parching of a thirst I did not know I had.

Everything in me wells up, my chest is full to bursting.

I smile.  Our two faces burn holes in the air and obliterate the gray.

I cannot breathe but manage to say a hoarse hello.

We take hands and prepare for an embrace that will recreate the universe.