Parting waters

I’m sitting opposite my burden here in emerging day, its darkness and straps and weight. I want to share a coffee and a slice of quiche together, as we contemplate a life ahead alone, beyond these vast parting waters. I want to say thank you for the help, my daemon, the pounding of your staff on doors I couldn’t grasp, the trace in your feathers of air I couldn’t catch. It’s not so much that I want to lumber on alone toward the sea, but that where my body held onto and invoked your slow-dying echo, I am finally becoming aware of what is there and has been some time, space and silence and a home I haven’t known.