Hats or Trees

We are alive my love
      and there is your chin
Or porch lights turned on
      and your grin as far as fields
      or trains can see
 

What more than this
      can ever be
      my love --
This over-hum of time
      that through whatever ways
      will become
In dusk the breeze
      of hats or trees my love
 

This just right here this now my love
      and what’s to come
      and we’re alive
 

And so my love
      these ohs that blend –
            how mornings know
            or evenings hum
            as all the gathers breathe

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First published in Reflections.
UK Reading (Vic and Claire, Sept 16, 2022)