we climbed vast
heights
to lower our
eyes
the world below,
beheld,
still
wishing
to find ourselves
and the
truth,
suspended over
worries we
knew.
rhyme
we crossed once
in heavy
rain-
you hailed a
taxi,
i waved in
vain,
we passed again when
skies were
clear,
you met true
love,
while i shed
tears-
until years
later
you reappeared
to ask..
“haven’t i seen your
face ’round
here?”
(at last!)
avoiding debates
i once started
to avoid being seen
as less smart,
to avoid being judged
at a table
sorely lacking
in heart.
wandered far
and wide
until all looked
foreign,
then sat and waited
for something
uncommon..
to
happen–
nestled into
stump of
tree,
when passer by
paused
to observe
me.
held in time
with you
on day too heavy
to carry
away,
making the most
of well lit
hours-
by not insisting
sunshine
stay,
in fresh puddles,
children
play.
resting on tin
roof,
transfixed by
perfect
view
of
all my eyes
reach,
scanning skyline
for distant
beach,
to wade through
in mind,
knee deep in
figment
tides,
till cool enough
to head
inside.
must we speak
for souls to
meld?
i quite like the
quiet way..
we invade each
other’s
mind,
from the other
side of
room
in
real time.
remember december?
those nights crept
quick..
on worn out
blades-
thru the everglades of
lazy days,
and don’t forget
july,
or their endless
eves..
on which we
so relied
to pass our
waking
time.
birds sound far-
crickets
close,
fireflies boast their
cozy glow,
you & i
nose to nose..
a faint breeze
tickling
both.
i find it hard
to focus
through your lip
movements,
just being
honest,
could watch you
speak for
hours
and
catch enough
in your
tone
to
affirm you’re
not alone.
hands in the garden 
You must be logged in to post a comment.