we think we're lucky –
look at the swallows! they sing
they dance in the air

I said dance -




I meant the noun



you took the verb
(of course)

and you danced it
you moved


and that was -

not a word


but you

breathing



allowing
embracing
touching the space

around you

being the space around you


and a spoonfull of the moment's ebb and flow
of the stuff that is time


changing course



hit my senses with a beauty almost too small
for a word



of the moment
a fleeting beauty
I once tried to capture in text

and failed

because the words
wouldn't




move.

communication appears, sometimes, amidst

abandoned conversations



flowering atop what seems like an endless
little wave

of you

of me



and when we have nothing left to say





we sing it.