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.