The Long Second

An old shoe knows where to go
How to wrap around your foot
Like a thousand times before

An old belt knows your curves
One hole wider than the rest
A snake knows its path home

An old hand knows its face
Trusted palm cradling your smile
Angela of Foligno knows

Only in the strange church do we let ourselves go
Leaving by separate doors, we dissapear
No longer seeing, but not forgetting
Something in our eyes has changed
The light between them stretches like a thread
Accross the bridge
We don't speak of the bridge
We don't step near it

When will we cross that bridge in the light of a calm afternoon?