Iron-made

She was made of iron
and maybe so was i.
our journeys, our paths
maybe they were made of iron too.
but then came intersection
and perhaps
the universe bent just there,
to make texture breathe,
to make cold fragrant
to make a marshmallow moment.
Only for lives to diverge,
resume preordained pathways
so that all things recovered
by and by
their original names.
there was a moment for us.
And it so happened
it was not of iron made.

[from my collection 'Threads,' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award, 2007]
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