My feet in clouds
You solid, eye to microscope
I run in the meadow, guided by thistles
I dance among the clouds
You counting atoms, an accelerator your domain
I heard words, something, you said:
“the last time I saw her face”
laughter of steeplebells.
I danced upon a lilypad,
the silkiness between my toes
the fragrance of jasmine spilling around
I think I heard your voice
(I think I heard you sing)
singing the last time I kissed your cheek
but you didn’t know me
all of the frozen ground around us.
You didn’t know, I felt forgotten
while your hands dealt with slides and papers
segregating numbers, calculating spheres,
quantum mechanics, astrodynamics,
my eyes bathed in starlight,
waiting for the touch to heart.
end 11/6/2016 (how did it get to be 11/6/2016…I was functioning on 11/5!)