There’s More Where That Came From
The flower won’t flower any slower,
but the mountain is going nowhere
at least not while we sit next to each other
on the picnic bench for a quick lunch.
You could tell me about how much
you’ve changed, how the wind feels
now, how more and more people
bring their bodies to you. Or you
could say how one part of you has
always lived in winter, the other part
in grass. Instead, you say here, take
this pebble, have a whole handful.