Between two worlds

Awake and alone after the storm; droplets fall from leaf-loaded eaves

whistling wind uproots a buried regret;far away

Findhorn Experience Week; departure

she a white sea-campion; so close …

for a moment; her gentle hand clutching mine

decades separate us; could she possibly want me?

I turn to pull away; her hand squeezes mine

fingertips holding on; then slipping

outstretched; then gone

droplets fall from leaf-loaded eaves

awake and alone after the storm.

The flower has swallowed the goat.