Heartbreak is the risk one takes
when seeking citizenship in a land not your own.
Emigrating from the island of aloneness
to the possibility of partnership
demands a mix of courage and foolishness.
It calls forth an inner ethic of trust
as well as a comfort with
that appears and disappears
like morning dew
weighing down blades of grass
on a still, spring morning.
Vulnerability is the preferred currency
one must exchange for safe passage,
though even the most noble of coyotes
will tell you that there may be no more
treacherous terrain over which to pass
than the wastelands that separate persons
who may be as close to us as our own breath
and yet who took up residence in some other land
while we were away gathering food for the winter.
Reaching the shores of intimacy with another
asks that we synchronize our respective paddle strokes
on opposite sides of the boat,
or else, due to uncoordinated effort,
find ourselves moving in circles,
empty horizon in every direction.
between leaving and arriving,
courageously and foolishly
hoping our next step may be our last.