making of a moment

another repost

To sit on a convenient glacier smoothed rock
Beside a stream cut six feet down in places
By ocean seeking water
Shaded by wind twisted willow
That floated down as a stem
Severed by a clumsy buck in rut
Listening as you tell me little things
That betray the deeper needs you hold so still
Small talk, the weather, last week's lightning
How soon we forget the 4th
How close we are to Thanksgiving
Skipping all around the soft warmth of
Having each other to be with
How much I want to brush that lock of falling hair
with a hand full of wrinkles and worn down nails
To watch as your eyes catch the hover of
A fluttering humming bird
That flew six thousand miles to let
me feel the wonder in your emerald eyes

Reviews

[Gandré]

We yearn for release from our crystalline security. Ice is cold. We wish to flow over the warm Spring land to become great rivers of love in their true courses. loved it !

[Nameless]

i'm having such a good time reading your poems. the attention to detail is beautiful, the way you lay out the beauty of the moment, every little thing has this long backstory that all converges in this perfect second.