Disconnection from a loved one and repair

What is this path of kith and kin that separates and makes whole again?

Reformed with nuance of alignment

That cannot happen in a single upward curve

but refined and deeper with each passing moon.

I find myself more fully in my being after this turning.

Filaments of spirit break and strengthen.

A seeming rip a rupture only of illusions and like the cleansing rains a way of healing hurts.

The life beat of diconnect and melding.

I don’t like being quite so visible

With shadows lapping at my shores

reactive shaken in confusion.

Maybe in time

When we are grey and worn

embraced and laughing with the mystery

We ll know the whole in each of us,

Round and fattened by the juice of risk and life

Unafraid of imperfection