Appointment with Inner Self

At the center of thought, a small
fading light wrapped in this
 
wall of body. Who are you, rendered
so slowly out of myself? The river
 
carries its own bones, holds nothing
longer than its length. The bones
 
sing their song, blood caresses my veins. I
want to find that place that doesn’t
 
know itself where you and I meet after
this brief engagement. Even if
 
I’m a lifetime late, I’ll
meet you there.