I wonder if you would
think to rustle a thought
about sitting next to
me in an otherwise quiet
house. If you would just
wait, with unfinished
thoughts, wait without
taking hold. I wonder if
you would take my collar
bone, lightly held, looking
as though at a newborn,
held in the hand like a
smoke shielded from the wind.
I wonder if you would
feel like all the boats had
left and you were skimming
across the bay, ready,
as the sail flew high,
moving toward me,
the otherwise quite
house, billowed
with love that erases
all doubt.

RLB 02 20 2008