for Maggie and Tanoy
It’s clear from the photograph
something is
sacred between you
as if snow and cold
conspired to create warmth
in the holding
of each other’s hand
as if out of silence
faint rhythms
became the percussion
of your feet
your presence
the mantra
of your breathing
deepening
step by step
the winds within you
whispering
like the air itself.
Ice
on the running trail
cannot deter you.
You fill
the emptiness
when it needs
to be filled.
It calls you.