when I heard you had arrived
i was overjoyed
overwhelmed with
wishing i could be there to meet you, with
rejoicing that you had arrived safe, with
wondering--
i had known you
were coming, learned your name
loved you
so much, so long
without knowing
who
i was knowing
and loving.
You were here.

seeing your photo
was like
getting a birthday gift--
the kaleidoscope you hoped for
ever since you discovered colour.
before
i had wondered
what would you look like?
strange to think that
the question had now to be
what did you look like?
i could no longer imagine your face
knowing
you were perfect
and my imagination could not
conceive perfection.
It took a miracle.