Ignoring your past being born anew,
in replica of the lake and the snow,
at my feet or in my dream, you did fall.
Whizzing through the clouds passing in the blue
rain drops, and crystal hail sputtering and bouncing
on the sidewalk, then, off my umbrella too!
How could I have caught you, with all my faults?
I saw you landing. I stretched out my hands
to break your fall. Stinging my palms, slipping,
I watched you roll and fall absorbed into sand.
I almost had you. In my reaction I could not grasp.
And, in that instant, on that contact
my late response became my whole life.
I still go by the place I dropped you;
to introduce myself before you melted.
To say, that we came from the same place,
just before we met.
Hands clasped in dry clouds, seeking what I have lost,
mis-understanding love’s eternity;
in a common heart without despair.