A strange feeling:
Watching someone else’s eclipse,
knowing that for someone,
the light has gone out,
and it was your own shadow that did it.

What breaking I behold
is my own.
We are connected,
not guiltless.

Initiation,
Unction,
Absolution,
Communion:

Only to remind:
your wounds
are the same as mine,
I need what I offer.

I have no explanation
for the primal part
(still curious, myself),
only the endless going round
and the occasional crossing of paths.