for Kelly K. Moran
This morning there was much rain,forcing the birds into trees,
the butterflies beneath leaves.
I stand at the open window,listening for the cool silence
I begin to wonderabout time machines,
about being fully absorbed into the future:
The full view of a sunset
from our porch chairs,
a cat resting at our feet.
Faces aged, a hand
holding a hand.
And the wind
comes down from flowered hills,
filling the home with fragrances.
Everything is golden orange
like a softly glowing jewel.
I blink and turn from the window.Another routine day begins.
The echoes of my heartbeat
will mingle with the rain.
(From the books Selected Poems 2004-2007,
10 Love Poems, and Collected Poems)