I was in a sacred place that had changed.
I struggled to take my shoes off.
I sat down in a different place and lo,
I saw you, heard you singing
Where I didn’t expect you to be.
I could not believe eyes, ears.
But it was you, and you seemed amused.
Now I am walking down a path, that changes,
And changes again.
I am dropping berries, my shawl is slipping.
I pass by those who know you, but I do not stop.
Somehow this journey is solitary,
And I know it.