time

I could see you, you know.

All of a sudden.

The hollowed drop

of your words reaching,

fell over me in a steady rain.



The sound of wooden stairs

clambering to just be human,

out into weather,

whether ready,

or not….



So in the hearing,

in the watchful

minutes where you

danced sitting crossed legged,

I began to see the open.



…The awing nature of you…

…Lessons for me.



There is a Babylon,

you haven’t named yet.

Claim waiting on the tip

of your pen, heavy in breast pocket…

Flag of bloom resting for ‘until’



I count stars, points of light

telling me our story.

Heaping ancient memory

to remind, time is a noun,

in these short hours…