On a solitary Road,

On a mountaintop,

On the raging seas,

I can't remember where we met

Or who you were --

My father, my teacher, my lover --

In the twisted journey of my life.

It was a misty day,

Steam rising from the water,

And there I was, stones in my pockets,

Staring down at my shoes,

Uncertain of the road ahead.

Suddenly, I saw you

Standing by the lake,

Eyes blazing, hands outstretched,

A stranger from afar

Beckoning to me to come near.

Who are you --

An immortal come to Earth to bear me away on eagle's wings

Or a clever alchemist who turns lead to gold?

ROSALIND RESNICK

June 28, 2017