Reincarnation
A poem about love in our past and future selves
Reincarnation
Her hair was thick as switchgrass long fingers, hard hands clutched when we walked we walked for flat miles shared our reincarnated pasts she had lived in Oklahoma as a skittish bobcat I had run in Iowa rivers a box turtle then a possum playing dead a while she forgave me for all that without me asking one autumn night as I built a fire we stayed together quiet wondering at our future selves maybe sandhill cranes or mayflies how she’d keep those sea green eyes the woodsmoke lurking heavy in her hair and how I would know her by her iron grasp if we ever crossed paths again in the slow and icy river’s glide
I have said to you before I’m not a believer. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be some nights. I have enough sense to know that blasphemy is about the stupidest idea we ever came up with. But, I have enough romance in me to like the idea of us having past and future lives. Here’s to future lives then.
Never wondered why I knew someone I’d never met.
I 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 the idea, of meeting, and spending time with each other, across lifetimes, and species. What we might learn from each other, and how we could peacefully communicate, no matter how, in the present time, it would be impossible . Brilliant!