For Catherine, someday in a quiet hour, wondering what is possible

When I hold your mother
while she holds me,
all that was, is;
the future comes
moment to moment,
complete.
For this, salmon swim
their river, elephants
remember, wild geese
call out at dusk.
I fought and risked,
trusted and betrayed.
How can you find another
before you find yourself,
traveling the heart's way,
alone, unsure, knowing only
that you must?
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