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If I had known, Oh sweetest heart of stalwart years, That you would see so well Calm forlorn seas within Teach my drowning self to float– Later learn to swim. If I had known Then my parched self would unfold Skin melting into skin And snake-like shed All I had been, rising and Risking its re-birth. If I had known When you said “enough” each night “Well done, ‘twill keep” To lost days When Sorrow held my hand That you would offer yours, Palm wide, fingers spatulate and firm. Then I’d have known To bow and blow kisses For every golden breath, Every hour your quiet gifts Of Grace and song. Beckoned as the ‘Bower Bird’ Building his Lady’s twiggy castle. Am I worthy of this altar Dazzling and flowered? Where I sit with my Best-Self, Proclaim this life out loud And wait to hear you say, “When you crack, the light comes spilling in Yes, the light comes spilling in.”