Circle

It’s you again, glowing in technicolor. Your face is haloed in a perfect circle. Behind you are waves, glass rippling. I want to reach across the distance, as if to step through a portal to find you where you are, somewhere I’ve only read about. I know so little still. How to hold you without stuttering. How to send my laughter without obstruction. The past accompanies me everyday, renders every message with a shock to my chest. I fumble again, and that’s when you step through with a rock in your grip, as if to say this is harder. The Greeks merely pondered the same mountains you are climbing. You step further and tell me to grab, to bring with me what I’d rather forget. Hold there and here, you say, I know the way up.