On a mountaintop,
On the raging seas,
I can't remember where we met
Or who you were --
My father, my teacher, my lover --
In the twisted journey of my life.
It was a misty day,
Steam rising from the water,
And there I was, stones in my pockets,
Staring down at my shoes,
Uncertain of the road ahead.
Suddenly, I saw you
Standing by the lake,
Eyes blazing, hands outstretched,
A stranger from afar
Beckoning to me to come near.
Who are you --
An immortal come to Earth to bear me away on eagle's wings
Or a clever alchemist who turns lead to gold?
ROSALIND RESNICK
June 28, 2017