Light From This Turning
February 13, 1998
I have lost touch with
distant trees,
the wind you brought
in your hair
and lilac hills.
Something different
bites into the river.
Love you are like that
distant water, pulling
and twisting, you let
my hair float slowly
through new colors,
my eyes absorb
all light
from this turning
that has brought us
here, has carried us
to where we are,
we are