Lucid Moment
We are so fortunate,
you and I.
Serendipity led us
into the same patch of light,
and there,
in a moment of blessed revelation,
we saw the complement of Self
in each other.
Perhaps that is the moment love dawns:
when each senses in the other
a redolence branded in memory:
and that scent burns
to beget lucidity,
in which faith is birthed.
Holding hands is transmuted
to the act of coming home:
Fingers forget which hand
they belong to,
only know that
where before was space,
is kinship.
Love dawns and we
- benighted and bemused -
belong.