There are moments.
Gently, I think of you and smile.
Let us rest in one another’s arms
Not hurry from the warmth.
Wrap our memories together
Live them each again
Rediscover what we have found
Be grateful for love.
Simply.
Secrets
Alone by the tree.
I miss you.
Wind…
Gentle…
Warm like your hand
Touching my cheek.
Leaves touch
Whispering secrets.
Closing my eyes,
I see you.
Wind…
Gentle…
Warm like my hand
Touching your hair.
Lips touch.
Whispering secrets.
Love Without Thunder
When did I know I loved you?
A flash of lightning?
Thunder?
Earthquake?
No. Or surely I would have remembered.
Not thunder or earthquake.
An awakening.
Dawn on a summer day.
An open window.
A breeze in the early morning.
When the air should be still
There was love.
We Are Different
We are different, she and I.
She finds delight in things that look nice or fine.
I shrug…but not where she can see me.
When she can see me, I smile and offer opinions, which are worthless.
She knows not to pay attention to my opinions.
They are sincere enough, but they are based on well-practiced confusion about how things look.
When we go shopping I am drawn to things that move or tick or hum,
Things that work, whether or not they are useful.
They are good if they have parts that fit together,
Forming a functional completeness.
I am fascinated or at least appreciative.
Things that hang or blend together seem accidental like a pile of leaves.
Until we meet
We agree to be alone.
You drift away
Carried by wind and wave-song
And I sit, still and silent
Unhurried and thought-filled.
We drink aloneness
Until it has emptied us
Until we find each other
Exhausted by solitude
Aching quietly for the touch of hands
And we are together … full.