just there

behind a golden sunset cloud

in the palm of your

gently outstretched hand

among us on a bright blue

day only sun

with us in 

the soil below our feet

– we are forgetful because of 

shoes and hurry to be on time –

in the juice of a succulent

fruit 

your choice

they’re all a good choice

in a breath of air a sigh 

of quiet

wrapped in a laugh your round

and sparkling laugh

sometimes it’s 

here 

sometimes

it’s you