back in colorado after a weekend at home trying to thread the last folds of fabric together that my sister still has to give. funny that her whole life she has offered them to me and only now that she has gathered them all up in godliness one by one and bundled them, cupped in her golden hands, lifted skyward, do I feel like pulling at her covered elbows. bring them down bring them closer to me I want to plead but she is only tethered to me in this life and (by the purity in her gaze) we have both understood that her many lives have already been offered away to the infinite, the seeing one, and the sturdy men with heads bent, and to weddings where women dance in secret joy, their braids not whipping behind them but covered by bright scarves, and in many ways to solitude, and yet in other ways to the only community she has ever craved.
I acknowledge the hugeness of her journey and hope there is room beside her (that beautiful spirit) still.
My journey is small compared to yours, and there isn't just room beside me.. you are internally and permanently engraved IN my journey... whether we are sharing a bed at home or we are across the world from each other
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