And then he was here,
this man with such beauty in his eyes
that for a moment
I stood transfixed,
raising my hands towards the sky
as if waiting for rain
to assure me that it has been done,
as promised,
that he has arrived
when I was least expecting it.

The air was heavy,
every particle pregnant and round,
filled with the dreams
I did not know had taken root,
were growing, sprouting leaves,
budding and branching out,
reaching towards all the horizons
of the days yet to come.