Broken white statues lay before us, Greek
columns in fragments on the ground, scattered
The man, my husband and fellow adventurer,
pressed his palm against mine, nervous but resolute,
retreating with me in desperation
to rescue our battered love.
We were in ruins- beautiful
ruins with fountains playing
like children, rushing and giggling, bubbling about;
one statue in the center looking like Venus de Milo.
The fragments lay in circular patterns,
spirals ascending mountainside,
rolling lawn of dark green hues contrasting
the dusty white debris of shattered pillars.
I wanted to reach the summit, no matter the cost.
I sensed what lay atop even as I stood below
I saw the unseen with its message for me:
It was not “come up”
as I expected,
beside the tall man in a cowboy hat,
shading his eyes and squinting at the sun-
A gentle understanding between myself
She knew my desires and my limitations,
meeting me through vision
when my heart could not manage the climb-
a climb that ceased to matter
for all I knew
was my lover’s hand in mine.