Too long I have walked the path along the River,

And now I return and shiver outside your door.

I am depleted

And I am embarrassed to knock.

Why would you want to see one like me?

My tone is off,

My breathe is rough,

I am empty.

I cannot find the right note,

The one I plan to sing forever.

A tiny light flickers behind my eyes,

My breath evens,

My tone improves.

The voice of godself is as the singing of bees.

I hear the sound that sings between the air and the river,

Even now.

And your footsteps coming closer behind the door.

You listen and I hear your soft breath.  

You never shout.

Snowflakes start to fall, drifting against my life.  

There is purity to be found,

And Presence.

You always wait for me, and 

I always run away,

But you keep waiting and I keep returning.

Always returning.

–Amidha Porter, ©Copyright 2023