The sun burns the left side of my face,
and the wind follows cooling the skin slightly
pushing a loose hair across my nose, tickling it.
Marley on the radio sings about Jammin’
as I peer over the laptop
at delicate blushed tulips and blue flags
unfurling in light; tiger lilies wait to explode
and I think of you sitting at the table with me.
Our silence would be comfortable
with hands reaching across the space between,
fingers touching like feathers.
Love is as easy as that one movement,
as easy as spring through paned windows,
as easy as the cat at our feet,
as easy as summer music,
or as easy as fresh faced flowers tilting towards heaven.
Yes, I think of you now,
here in this moment sharing life and breath,
holding hands in the afternoon.
Aleathia Drehmer 2009
Published by Poet Plant Press, "The Love Book", 2010