Give me my life

There are no other words than these.

How possibly to welcome a wanderer and their shadow when even a mountain of hospitality is not enough for the infinite intimacy of the almost nothing of their appeal to be given their life?

I could not possibly have conjured this one in one way or another by having sought them out … I am at a loss.

What other light might have been on in the wilderness? To what other than mine might they have been drawn?

At the threshold of their arrival, I leap, with nerve, without fear, without grief, with praise, into the interval of this alliance, giving thanks to their arrival that came of a sudden and took a lifetime to construct.