Communion
Early light washes over me
and love is an ocean.
I look out the window
as squirrels and sparrows
hop across the yard and play—
it could be spring
it could be fall.
I think of my friend—
I’ll love her forever.
When we’re together
I’m lost in time
and prophets and soothsayers
don’t even know what time is.
When my friend and I stand near
each other in an aisle of the grocery store
our talk of nothingness
finds greater meaning.
And although years
before we met have passed
our hearts are young.
|