The goldfinch bathes.
The robins are singing vespers.
Here again, our evening rituals.
And there was love.
And there is love.
And there will be,
Moment to moment.
I am not trying to trick you with words.
I cannot say what I mean.
I only want to tell you
how I was like water –
how I sat without waiting and watched as the light left –
how I was bathed in gray until I became something barely known or seen.
I only want you to know,
I was here.