Telling: Streams & Logs


What's between us

your attentions came over me like a rising storm.

The freshening wind exalting the leaves.
The cloud's sudden billow into brightness.
The dark that drops behind the licking prick of light.

Until everything about me was laughter.

The memory of the rain that fell 
lifted every flower's face to the grace of you.

Today I understand 
that I am stillness to your movement.

I understand here.

And not here.