I tilt my head and gaze up high,
and when I spot her there
I jump to meet her from below.
I’m miles behind her shining mind,
but yet she turns to me
when my grit is waning faint.
Her tidings are fair and sure,
holding what evades me
like a known and trusted foe.
We see blue when they see green,
a shade that’s ours alone
and our secret kind of hue.
Her air is light and poised,
yet she’s a web of splendid tangles
and I can see it in her eye.
Her gait is brisk, her sights are bold,
but when she limps and falters
she lands safely in my heart.
Waters fall and then they swell,
and the moon runs laps
around our sprightly, eager lives.
The things between
set their snares and fight for tread
but are halted by our kindred verve.
In the empty seat beside
a patient void awaits
cause I know I’ll see her on the road.
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Editor: Renée Picard
Photo: courtesy of the author