She Sees Me

As I waded down the river, I saw it in the distance.

A land both promised and foretold

By a sage, sinner, a saint, a synecdoche, and a soliloquy

But in my hubris, I pricked myself, upon the riverbed.

Just a little thing, no more than a trickle

A trifle when the prize seemed so close

I never noticed the thorns in my haste.

Just one prick more, I reasoned,

soon the river was more me than it

And I myself was lost

under her gaze

she watched

She saw me

Her peace

Was all

I knew