before you slip away,
unbidden and unbound
as you are to my world,
or i turn away from yours.
before the air
that condensed to your form
thins falters and returns
and we are no more
to one another
than play of light.
wait
to look upon your face
begins the unraveling
of my world,
but looking away
has brought us to this brink.
ask me creature,
are you the other
that creates my i –
or am i the other
that forms you
26 february 2018
Reposting an older poem for earthweal’s weekly challenge: THE NATURE OF ENCHANTMENT
https://earthweal.com/2021/10/11/earthweal-weekly-post-the-nature-of-enchantment/
fresh poetry 
That moment when the perceived boundary between ourselves and nature breaks down: true enchantment!
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When we pause and really enter into the world, that is always the question, isn’t it? (K)
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