spring and summer
sunshine and rain
I pause in the stillness
awaiting your move.
The rain starts and stops
I collect the fragments together.
If I can find them tiny enough
they will vanish altogether.
This, in the doing, is all
I can play of this game.
Another moment, there is more
time to ponder, to wonder about
how it happened or will
transpire. We sit holding hands,
drooping like last week's flowers.
In this rush of love are we caught
upon rocks, dripping leaves, silent