How She Finds Him
It is when she thinks
she is alone
that she finds him.
A flutter of wings
outside the window,
a caress of wind
on her cheek,
a warm hello from
the wheelchaired man
in his garage.
I am not complicated;
my love for you
is not complicated,
he says.
And the untangling begins
—a whisper, a doubt,
a struggle, a scream.
You have heard me calling
and I didn’t believe it?
How are you near now?
Why can I see you now?
she says.
There, there it is,
he says.
Let me love you
let me love you
let me love you,
he says.
—jennifer j. camp