This will be a day of days! A sunrise to sunset
for the ages. Four capital letters to remember.
When my fingers were too small to fill a palm
and my lips too thin to caress fingernails.
Turn corner and trick while cases litter sidewalk
and you held my hand
sweat to dry skin and I felt more volatile and
kinder than I've ever been.
The road signs said their peace;
the reflections said their light
river eyed, long lashed, curtsies.
Knuckles tightened
as grip gave way
ten minutes beside each lawn strode by.
Each ray, each chirp, each clink
our watches bumping face
glass to metal
to remind
magic may be as simple as meeting the right person
at the right time.
I have to meet a man about a horse.
Today will be a day of days.
Sunrise to sunset.
Please hold my hand.
