She finds me
In the post office
My invisible wall intact.

We drink café con leche,
Outside at a a cafe.
She has wandered everywhere,
Timeless woman,
Always for the day
She has drunk the sun
In countless foreign places.

She drives the narrow road
To Torre Cabrera.
We listen to the Russians
Play Mozzart
In the darkening mountains.
I slake my thirst
With the notes
Played one by one.

Safe behind the wall
I will not let her life
Touch my life.
She surely knows about the wall.
Still, she leaves me alone,
But, she does not go away.

Instead, a quiet communion.
We eat the bread.
We drink the wine.
We watch the full moon
Cast its silver path
Across the sea
For the moment
I turn my gaze from Saturn.

She hates to cook.
I cook. We talk.
She looks at the people
Who loved me best in the world~
All dead. All gone.
She consders them one by one.
She is sad with me awhile.
She has, of course, known sadness.

Late one night
She puts the Duende,
The deep song,
Right in front of me.
Listening to the music,
My sadness gushes,
A flooded stream,
Until I join
The oldest river
Overflowing with the lives
Of people all the same.

Silent wisdom,
Quietly, she has rearranged me.
Her life has, at last, touched my life.
For the day with her
I drink the sun.

My foolish wall is gone.
Olé, Mary,
Vale.