Occasionally the evening light in spring is so soft and subtle
it seems to tremble as if it might open
and let us in
Love haunts the coming night and she’s calling you
Something immense and strange happens to be close
we may just be on the edge of kissing
It’s so quiet if we speak now
our voices would resonate in the superclear air
Like a shadow falling over our shoulder
we can sense it
but not see nor hold
a presence so tender
It drifts nearer
but its nature is in passing
like an airliner gliding above butterflies
the flow of empty ripples across a pool
a frog swimming among tadpoles



Kinetic | Shearsman Press, 2007 | view