No sudden encounter in bright daylight
Not even a glimpse in a dark rainy night
No tender touch to inflame my senses
Not even a smile penetrating my defences
Just a short throaty message on my phone
a few benign texts in a friendly tone
A million blue moons melt away
Years of self control defiantly sway.
My favorite tree slender and tall
stands firm in my backyard through seasons all
I watch it through blizzards and storms
Through spring and fall and weathers strong
sometimes like a pendulum it sways
sometimes so still it’s shadow seems to pray
But always majestic against gravity
Its roots in earth, its trunk in superiority
Like the tree, my love survives
effortless, undemanding it thrives
and yet, those startling drops of rain
agonizingly,
excruciatingly,
exquisitely,
unendurably,
moistened my parched root’s deep pain.
Alara