Sunday, August 30, 2009
He said he learned by watching me,
but I hadn't meant to teach.
I stretched to fill our spaces,
sprawling out comfortably,
long conversations with myself.
And the sky,
it would not be ignored.
He became a blur
while I smiled with tears in my eyes.
As my wondering when he'd return faded,
a small white moth nestled
into the rug beside my foot.
It was fearless and stood its ground.
I knew it would eat my sweaters,
but I could not kill it.