Communion

When enough words

have been spoken,

and the air leans into silence—

she listens with a singular ear

Hovering always,

is the soundless presence,

unnamed,

and better known

by breathing into it

Attuned to the whisperings

her edges soften,

her motions slow—

nothing to chase

and nowhere to go

Enveloped in a sphere

that knows her

more than thought can reach—

she communes with stillness

and knowingness

Her body abides in being

and rests

She is ready to be taken