She Sees Me

As I waded down the river, In the distance, It I did behold

A land both promised and foretold

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

But in my hubris, I pricked myself, Creating crimson equality

Just a little thing, no more than a trickle

The prize seemed so close and it but a tickle

I never noticed the thorns in my haste.

Just one prick more, worth the waste

soon the river was more me than it

And within myself was lost

under her gaze

she watched

She saw me

Her peace

Was all

I knew