Photo by: Janet Kessler
That Moment in Time
That moment in time when I saw you and you saw me, stands tall within me and feels like a monument to your world and mine, the intersection.
That moment in time when I saw you and you saw me, vibrates in me, whirls me, makes me grow fur and canines, helps me run low to the ground.
That moment in time when I saw you and you saw me, connects us like a thick vine, curling around us but not limiting us, rather joining us as twins, brother and sister, an umbilicus.
That moment in time when I saw you and you saw me Coyote, is as sacred as the chime of transubstantiation, as sacred as the cup to my lips, as sacred as seeing Christ in my dream, is seeing you, seeing me in that morning light that startles this sleeper awake.
That moment in time when I saw you and you saw me Coyote, frightened me later to go into the woods alone, for fear of what you could do to me. But today in the woods, I considered taking that chance, longing to see you again. Wanting to learn what you might do, learn who we are to one another.
Could you be Gubbio to me as he was to St. Francis? Imagine us walking together or just lying near one another or sitting in one another’s presence?
You gave me a holy gift that morning. You allowed me to see you again for the second time, once out my window in the field, you were looking up at the house. Searching you were, for someone. Back and forth you trotted until you ran off to the wood.
But maybe this time you found what you were looking for, me.
Written by Maine poet Mary Zachary-Lang
