I met someone I like.
The sky introduced us
as we watched for a
sign, anywhere but here,
any time but now.
She makes me guess –
whispering her secrets to
sighing trees, she tucks
them into little holes
no one can see.
Something she said
caught me; hanging
in the air like a bird
of prey, waiting to dive,
before I got away.
It was the truth.
Like a miracle, she faithfully
comes back to me like I’m
some kind of nectar,
mouth open, waiting
to dive, one more time,
into my sweetness.
I’m getting used to the way
she breathes, her rhythm
keeps time with my heart.
She knows where the little
holes are – thoughts not
forgotten in the dark.
And where the sky meets
the earth, I saw her standing
in the sun, not looking back,
not waiting for tomorrow,
she had arrived. She holds
out her arms forever.