Now... Poem by Grant House

The sunset welled up in him.
He hesitated, certain he would be overcome by emotions he could not control.
He was remembering a special feeling she had confided in him soon after they met.
Together, they stood at a railing overlooking the city below in the evening's late summer glow, hands for the first time barely touching, the sky still on fire, illuminated by the horizon hidden sun.
"We may already be where we are going. Everything seems to have led to this moment. Don't you think? Right now is our accomplishment.And, in this now, we are born again. Always complete yet always fresh and new at the same time. Right? "
It was not merely an insight.
It felt more like an inspiration - a divine spark like a candle just poofing on or a cool breeze passing out of nowhere on an extremely hot and still day in the desert.
It stuck with him.
The years came and went.
She left him some time ago.
Gone, forever.
And yet, here she was, in her own voice, sharing her not so minor of an epiphany with him as if nothing at all had happened.
I see you, he said.
I see you, the sun answered as it left the day for good as if the question had been for him.
Oh, how I love you.
I love you too dear.
He went back inside and closed the door to the porch still gently colored by the afterglow.
The clouds near the horizon held up their end of the bargain for a soft reprise as if to let this sweet moment stretch on for as long as possible.
Now, he begins outloud to himself,
Now, what are we going to do with this brand new life?
Oooo... she whispers. What a wonderful question.
What in the world
are we going to do
with this brand new you!

photo and story by Grant House