He walks thru the garden gate…
and even the flowers – stop –
to look at him…
They purposefully scent the air
and then turn their faces
to smell him.
Standing in the hallway
– between the bedrooms –
He presses up against her…
She takes in his essence
and a thousand kisses dot her face.
She has never been happier
than at this moment.
Notes of reflection:
Is this a new young love?
Or an old love waning, but still burning?
Everything is delighted
to see the lover approach.
Like Beowulf, all living things
– even the rocks in Nature –
thrill at his presence.
Is this a cross road in life?
The bedrooms are empty.
Will they use one or both or neither?
They are lovers or want to be.
She can feel his desire – his pressing intention –
or is it his goodness, his willingness to love her?
They kiss.
The moment doesn’t last…
But it is good, and it is the best,
the greatest moment – ever.
(First published 8/28/11)
