still –
and I wondered
(a moment of longing)
to understand all
of these signs
souvenirs

yesterday
sworn to believing –
denied every doubt
planted here

in the place I was saving
for you (and your ways)
pieces of wonder
strung into lights
– hung from the tree
where I waited

too many times
to remember the number
or counting in measure
of breathing
haiku –

like the slow (easy) beat
of eternity passing
wind into song –
against drum

or the tender
transgression
of petals reopened
in the place where the sun
was (rumored) to shine

as gossip by weeds
without knowledge of you
or the dreams
you took pride in
becoming
(someday)

softer than this
a faraway stutter
of rain to the ground –
promise once made
to the mountains
(for love)

just a ghost
of a memory
tied to a moment –
blows now the word
through this still

remembering love
as grace unexpected –
as sun to the mountain
and raindrops
of dew