Cascadilla

From where
have you come
and what took
so long?

You etherize me--
between fear
and bliss
I am bound.

Can you sense
the chains
that hold me
to the air
you breathe?

I feel weak
as a child--
beyond helpless--
yet finally
at home.

How could I
deserve this wonder
that has fallen
before me
from a book?

I've never.

I imagine
only angels
feel this from
hearing the flapping
of their own wings.

I will visit you
every night
in my sleep
where no amount
of water
or flesh
can keep you
from me
ever again.