At Some Point

by Anna Ruiz

At some point
you learn to travel light,
you begin to understand
how far you have gone

to carry on

to return
to the place you have never left
even though you may have travelled
as far as India or Russia
or Iran
and read the book that is
writing you while taking a hot
bath in the middle of the day
when the sun is hidden behind
the grey
and fall leaves blow
exotically through your Beloved

Soul

where Love is
where the fire rises
like a snake in the middle of your
own parched desert and
hisses a song of glory

and woe

in ravaged and savaged memory
Halleluiah
sounds flow through the hollow
flute
free
pure
and easy
...so easy
to pass through...