Meandering water arrive from the source as the torrents
Open heights is something we all can see
Storm water rage the valley reforms its own ideas
Tomorrow meander
Most will not notice the changes
Almost invisible to those who look
Lessons stored in muscle memories
Inches gained with struggle are rejoiced
Almost everything you had
Remember when you used to write poems about me
ReplyDeleteWhen talking to me once a day was hardly enough
When in the middle of a crowded urban yoga class you took my hand
Remember when you read every word of everything I’d ever written
When we were the dancers in our own summertime ballet
When you said you'd protect me and I really believed that you would
Remember when you asked me if I was ready to meet your family
When we shared meals, made by you
When we walked along the creek, and the beach, and the bird trail,
And when at the chief’s side you asked if we could keep walking?
I’m asking now: Can we keep walking?
Or should we just remember when