Returning

I met a young woman
in the park today
with a boy's haircut

she was on her bike
heading to work
wheels rolling swiftly
flowing in the direction of the river

full of life and responsibility

opportunities
not usually extended
to young women

the earth circling back
catching up to the light
reflected thirty-three years ago

our eyes lock
we need no words

for I am seeing
myself

—as she unknowingly is