i wonder how things are
on the other side of this screen,
these hills,
the sky..

here a wind is pecking at the leaves' tapestry
woven with the rays of the sun
and i hear a faint and tender echo
of the  wind chime,

notes bouncing off of wooden walls
and the shady hillside
rising higher
almost as high
as my thoughts of you

i kneel by the window
in the bright light
and listen to the grasshoppers' ticking
in the grass

tree branches mimic
your open arms
sunlight rolls like a wheel
across the rock ledge

my vision beyond time and space
feels all your gestures
like haze, like dancing butterflies
that brush against my flushing cheek--
is this what it's like
to love someone