The Heart of It

The Heart of It

And as I breathe,

I see you there
between the breaths

waiting as a tree does
in the winter

quiet and still.

And as I dream
of the city,
you are sitting

reading books in a cafe

that my mind has built

hastily, partially,
in my sleep.

And as I walk by
on the street,

I know you are inside
and my longing
finishes
the doorway.

And so you are everywhere,
as you always were.

And ceaseless

in the fervency
of your wayfaring.

And you are
a mapmaker
of these things,
and more.
 

And you have

 marked down,
carefully,
all the paths
that have led you to me,

and me to you.

And we meet
at the center,
the heart of it.