fluid identity

and other wilderness paths

in my heart. Always present

always passing, calling me,

leaving me love’s memories;

fleeting caresses and long

lingering closeness, of touch,

sight and scent, the intimate

sounds of people together,

and rivers, always passing,

always close. Safe in my heart,

forever present, passing.

And never that proactive in

finding, shaping identity,

I have been content to

watch it’s fluidity, to

identify with river, to

be in cascading falls,

in dying streams, flooding meadows;

to accept the tidal embrace

of the wild seas leading,