Snake of the Flesh

You stand still against the vacuum of whirlwinds.
Twirling across this silent pond I see your reflection,
Tranquil on the glassy surface, I am anything but.
Golden leaves fall at your feet ignoring the tides of air.
Verdant fields and forests surround us.
Perfect. Alone. Together.

A snake rides the green grass
Red and smooth and silky,
Its close- run- but you don’t know.
I jump and grab the lizard thing
Breaking it body as I throw it into the air.
The wind carries it away. We are safe- for now.

You don’t turn. I notice. I fear.
"Stephen, we almost-"
You fall, and I hold you tight like a child.
You release your past and your present.
I release, and you look into me,
I reply, "Everything will be alright."