You know you have moved Closer into fearlessness When you wake to a man holding a rifle Pointed at you In the night And only feel love
It is late into the evening And I drive alone the windy roads To meet my lover At the hotsprings for the weekend A migrane comes on strong My eyesight blurs a bit I decide to pull off onto a gravel parking area To sleep off the pain
I curl up into pain I breathe through pain I fall into deep sleep Where pain melts
I wake to a knock on my window I open my eyes To see a man looking in at me Pointing a rifle at me “What are you doing here?” he yells
I look deep into his eyes I read him He is afraid He is kind He is protecting something
“Hello,” I say As if speaking to a friend As he feels like he’d be a friend If he weren’t pointing a rifle At my heart
We begin a chat Both ignoring the rifle He explains that he lives in the compound Next to the space where I’ve parked my car That they’ve had some recent break-in’s I tell him about my migrane He invites me to stay He invites me into his compound
I don’t recall now at what point He lowered his rifle I simply remember Loving the moment When we both realized That neither was a threat And we could open to one another As one.
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