Certain things might not change--
your trust in people, irreparable--
certain losses run deep.


You don't need to be perfect, but do

     be loving.


You might need to leap, but
     take your time on the edge.
     Enjoy your indecision.


Please, don't forget the loving part.



* * *



Let things happen organically,

     as naturally as possible,

like a leaf floating down from a willow tree

to land in a river. The sheen

     of water sparked

some wonder in me, as I watched this leaf,

     so patiently,

     leave behind its mother

     to follow its destiny

     out to sea.



* * *



He doesn't mind
we can't always speak to each other.
I'm a quiet person anyway, he says.
I guess we have more than speech to share--
we have music to write and notes to compare--
the two of us make an excellent pair--
she smiling sad-eyed ragtag girl,
a wayfarer in a half-seen world,
he knight of earth, patient, strong,
his arms, her home. His heart, her song.



* * *



Of course the wind would fall in love with the earth.

She likes dancing away, spinning up to the sky and

returning with gifts, the sun in her eyes.



Of course the earth would be enwrapped by her love.

Watching her dance so far up above, waiting for her

to come back to the ground with leaves, and rain, and dust, and song.