Late

It remains a mystery How to manage the real physical pain Announcing itself from inside, punching at the soul Brain and body responding to the ineffable nature of life’s complexity. Precisely because of you Life cannot ever look the same From germination--first coffee, a car ride, lunch Cocktails, a kiss--Now lives something of uncertain form or substance. Holding tightly this gift Offered to us by unknown angels (Unless a joke, designed by scheming spirits Laughing, making the timing wrong then wrong still and wrong again) The idea still baffles That somehow I became a choice You really wanted, and then embraced so fully Joyfully I basked, without understanding the reality, late to grasp truth In time fighting less Wrestling with rigid notions long held Holding me away from the open path before us Intensity and wonder producing a radiant beacon in a dark world Torn bleeding and raw Heartfelt salve available to repair the injuries Not knowing if arriving late to the fullness of Love Precludes tending healable wounds while a new heart stakes its claim