On Reincarnation

I want to come back as heat lightening, rolling over a calm sea, deep in July.

A small boy stands hypnotized,
watching with wide eyes, back on the shore.

His father kneels beside him for reassurance, as I cascade across the sky and set the night ablaze.

Unbridled energy he tells him…

Or maybe a soft December snow, like cotton, falling gently from the sky, in a quiet meadow in the woods of Maine.
A deer is sipping from the brook, as I drop peacefully into the water and disappear down stream.

No human eyes for miles …

Or even better – a small fire, lit on top of an open hill, under a clear night sky, where lovers lean into each other and kiss for the very first time. I crackle the burning wood and shoot sparks into the air.

“Like stars,” he whispers in her ear…

Or maybe a single leaf, dancing in the wind on a brisk fall day. The young girl, walking home from school, watches and smiles and thinks…

We are never really alone.