Magician's Wife

Sulamith Wulfing

You are the tree that blooms early
your eyes lead to the ocean
where the light falls into the distance
the shadows of raindrops stream on your skin
the wind blows between us
you wouldn't agree perhaps,
but the most delightful earth
is the one you stand on

Sometimes
my hands are buried in that earth.
I dream about your ocean,
there is no speech
only the dwelling places of higher beings

We walk on the shore
with gentle quiet steps
your hand in my hand is my anchor
and I don't want to think about anything else,
or really I try not to think
to be there for you with my entire being