Saturday, January 25, 2014

I Did Not Look Away: A Poem



I Did Not Look Away

When you
caught my eye,
crossed the border
into the new country

with slow,
 careful steps; the
stone beneath your
feet sighing, gasping.

I felt I was made of
water—pooling all
 around you, unable
to be held.

and you with
the soft scent of rain
on your skin.

4 comments:

Sandra Heska King said...

Oh my... I felt I was made of water... that made me melt.

Elizabeth Hernandez said...

I could feel the rain falling! Great write! Blessings

smoothstones said...

I'm glad you looked him face on.

pastordt said...

Oh, yeah. NICE. Thanks, dear L.