One of these days
we’ll watch movies, play monopoly,
I’ll be the terrier, you the cavalry,
we’ll sing and dance under clouds of rain,
not so similar songs, but the tune’ll be the same,
there’ll be reading of writing of long ago,
maybe quoting of passages we’ll always know:
we’ll bear the hearts we hide from public eye
to another that understands the why
there’s been cowering in corners too long–afraid,
afraid of what our Creator has blessed and made,
you’ll arrive on a north wind, I on a south,
will meet together and forget life without,
for I sense a change in the air,
but no vane heralds quite where.
or who or where it will take us to
But for the journey
Admiring the gymnast on her yellow roadside balance,
turning to me smiling, arms outstretched–
longing to feel her pulse next to mine,
chest to chest– lost in her shoulder’s scent,
comforting me with clenched embrace–
gripping blades and smalls,
walking not for the destination, but the journey,
breathing little clouds in winter air–
sparkling, crystallizing, her and me.