i overheard a conversation,

a day or two ago –

it seems myself was

unhappy with me –

I turned and quickly walked away

without offering my opinion.

not my battle –

not my war,

at least not on that day…

 

looking back,

now,

I have to wonder –

the outcome of the confrontation.

insignificant,

I suppose –

as I am still the same me,

and I feel myself,

still very much alive…

 

I so appreciate the simplicity of your smile –

your eyes, however;

dark passageway to places I can never go –

the reservoir of i,

much too deep and wide for me to ever swim!

you asked me to hold your hand-
and little did I know-
that you would end up,
in the end –
the holder of my heart…

listen now,
if you will.
peace,
just – be still!
I thought I heard you calling out my name,
carried in the wind…

silence now,
no rain,
no storm;
nothing to invade the reverence of this moment.

so soft –
your voice.
no louder than angels wings.
your words,
however,
strong arms wrapped tight around my heart,
promising me,
together again we will be,
in just a little while…

my is –
interrupted –
fades into the vastness of was.
replaced,
perhaps,
be it ever so briefly,
by yet another is…

when yesterday was today,
surreptitiously culled from could be,
to become,
you and that version-of-the-day me,
did interact.

now I find your is – no more.
and realizing my inability to continue my journey with you,
into your was,
makes me pause…

how apropos – on such a day as this.
Hummingbirds and Seraphim’s!
and as your you ascends from the tomb of could not,
the universe itself is moved to tears –

so softly the summer rain falls…