Like Air, Almost

It comes down to

so little:

the gauzy syntax

of one thing and another;

a pleasant dinner

and a frozen train ride into the exhaustible

resources.

We'd had almost enough,

tossing the cap to first one

and then the other one,

but still weren't determined

to give up the drive.

It had so much we wanted!

But besides that, was

fickle, overdetermined.

So I passed on that.

Angelic eventide came along after afternoon,

a colibri fluttered questioning wings,

all so we might be taken out,

aired.

And when the post-climax happened

in soft shards, falling

this way and that,

signing the night's emeralds away,

we took it to be a sign of something.

“Must be a sign of something.”

Then the wind came on, and winter with it.

“Why, weren't we just here,

five minutes ago?”

I thought I'd have another look,

but that way is all changed, and besides,

no one goes there anymore,

it’s too popular.

Just one fragment

is all I ever wanted,

but I can have it, it’s too much,

but its touch is for another time,

when I’m ready.

Crowd ebbs peacefully.

Hey it’s all right.