Traveler
remembers
an evening
at the beach
years ago,
when the entire sky,
filled with
pink puffballs of cloud,
looked
exactly as
the floor of Heaven
must appear.
Almost, she could hear
angel choirs.
Instead,
she listened to
her heart,
which was lonely,
back then,
with love,
with no one
to give it to.
She thought of
the one she loved
who did not love her.
She thought of
a lifetime,
so much of it
spent alone.
In the end,
it's her love
of the sea
and a black wolf
who loved her
that made
everything
come right.
