Almost August

 

This morning I awoke to the smell of early spring

Though August is visible backstage

Awaiting her entrance with

Enviable patience.

 

God said to Abraham

Go and I will show you...

 

I’m accustomed to goodbyes

(Though I’ll milk an idea till

It curdles and dries)

I’m well acquainted with goodbyes

 

But I’m on equally intimate terms

With the space you made for me

In your arms

And with the simple fact that

When Mother Nature created

Green opal

She was only making copies of your eyes.

 

Go forth!

My darling, go forth

To your homeland

Bring the girl with the purple hair

Bring all my blessings, in a bag

See everything we saw and more

 

And as for me

I’ll have to trust the dewdrops

To remind me there was rain.