{moment}

untouched beauty
in satin ribbons and blades of grass
imprints in the fieldspun in circles under the umbrella-sky
a dress
a hem
lace
swirled around small hips
each spin, the clock turned back
and froze each moment
and we watched
in slow motion
the grace of a small child
so free
such simplified elegance
with eyes closed

we did not know if we could speak
if so, what would we say?
it felt uncomfortable to move
so we fixed our eyes
and picked at the flowers
her feet were the size of our hands
and her hands the size of the flower we held
together
and the shadows from her arms
yes, they spun with her too

effortless wishes
in moments we could not even capture
in a camera
even if we'd saved the photograph
no one else would understand

we could try to make the sound
of the birds and the swoosh of the linen
or the padding of the feet on the soft, growing earth
but no one would hear it

she leaped
and our hearts leaped with her
as we could only remain on the ground
longing for those wings
that we could only find in this child
only this one special child
in momentum the ribbons in her hair surrendered
and fluttered past
as the braids flew outstretched across the horizon
whipping around her eyes in the glare of the sun
in patterns and measures no violin could match
never before could you understand
the truth of silence
and now we can read it like a book

a cloud passed
and minor keys rested against the fence
at the border of the property
we took no notice
i barely felt your shoulder against mine
how i wanted those wings

here i was longing to be that ribbon
wrapped around something so tangible
so realso new
to be in flight
paled by this sunlight

you were too real

{to define a rainy day}

a single button on the collar of a shirt
traced down to a hand
in the pocket
of a pair of jeans
just a simple pair of jeans.
where baseball fields were more than baseball fields
and birds flewmere specks from the window where we watched.
a woman walked past.

her hair was frizzy from the pouring rain.

home plate floated in the muddy groundwater.
wandered towards the chain link behind.
speeding cars and puddles overplayed the soundtrack
of community


but we didn't mind


stumbling in the meadow 'cross the street
arms linked
strides in muddy unison



like we were
just



something else.