Simple moments kept in time
by the swaying of tree limbs
against afternoon sunlight.
Blinking clouds behind the sun.
And I see you there…
See you looking with your soft eyes,
Golden in dappled shadow.
I like to watch the movement of the earth as it swings its axis beneath our ankle bones.
Smoothly rocking the world in slumber.
And the changing of leaves
leaves me wondering…
Waiting for the moment when the grass beneath our feet turns brown,
and the world is covered in crystal.
The stark branches left bare to tickle the skies.
You wait patiently for me here
To walk my stumbled footsteps back …
To take your turn in time.
