how welcome this
deserving ease –
a hand to know me well
words to congregate
as destinies
to start
lest i know
the way was always
more than i could reason
cleft for you
a home within my heart

tis only this
remembering
how it was
that afternoon –
held beneath
a span of wanting pines
wondered at this place
a beginning
waited long
love that could be measured
as a consequence –
a sigh

. . .