Not speaking but listening. A memory, a dream. Created and perceived at once. All at once.
In the beginning, there was—
She remembered herself as she was.
In the beginning, before the world was conceived, she was.
All at once, Ilana remembered that cold evening, waiting under the bough of an olive tree. Swirls of blue dusk washed across the sky. At the time, she did not know who she was waiting for.
He appeared in the distance like an answered prayer. He walked right up to her and gathered her in his arms.
“I know you,” Isa said.
“I have always known you,” Ilana replied.
As the two poles of a planet, they were bound from the beginning. Every moment thereafter was a work of magnetism, an evening out of yin and yang.
I was a soldier stretching out the ghost of my hand after surgery,
