SAVED

SAVED

all those books burning
in that same library.
where before
things got messed
we used to chat
and I caught sight
of you once
strutting your stuff
in a giant white stetson

all those books
we both used
to read
    much oneupmanship
between us
for some sad reason

and we exchanging words
at a distance about this tragedy

but there
I am before I ever met you
outside such a storm
creeping across the mountain
the rain slashing down
across
the entire peninsula

me immersed in the Upanishads
reading the great text
on the return
       of the soul to the one
like drop into ocean

we
all one

and you my
forever one
though nothing close
to union

ever between us

somehow
that fire in my heart
always burning
consuming
      never going out