“The lane is more familiar tonight,” I think, as I
focus on this breath, and the next. The birds
are more vocal; the serenade feels somehow…
coordinated – or perhaps unified is a better word.
So many voices from unseen places
in the green and healthy trees – old, tall, strong.
So many glimmers of light just beyond
the unspoken thoughts in the dim corners.
A little startled by the harsh midday sun,
I return to the view of the road
just beyond my approaching feet.
With tender caresses from the soft and subtle breezes,
“Do the blossoms, fresh and new, feel them, too?”
“Does the wind feel the excitement I feel as it
touches me in those hidden places?”
As I glance, a bit cautiously, timidly, at the unfamiliar
face of the masculine form approaching
“Does he too, feel the electricity in the brief instant
of the breeze of my presence as we pass?”
Strangers we will be, now and ever. And I wonder…
if he wonders too…