We gaze at the sun
each of our pupils is reflected there.
In our (re-)Union
our souls alight with our reclamation.
You are Shiva, and I am Shakti.
Reunited after centuries too long,
of waiting and enduring
of celebrating and suffering,
we lay in a grass strewn clearing.
Grandmother Oak towers near by, shedding her leaves
upon our picnic blanket. Brother Hawk screeches overhead,
announcing our return. Traffic whizzes by and the wind whispers in the trees.
Their branches are dancing in the winter sky.
A future sculpture of marble and stone is now brought to life,
embodied by our very bee-ing.
Together, we give gratitude.
Together, we sing the refrains of our heart's song.
Together, we are.
At long last.
