david

inplaces of dust and fog
much patient waiting
produces brilliant diamonds

and

when the world collapses in on itself with a single smile,
a thousand love songs become perfectly clear.
the touch of a fingertip someplace innocuous
makes earthquakes radaint from small soft spaces.
crickets and frogs play rhythm section to the swallow,
whose song winds threads of possibility in our hair.
i can think a thousand thoughts of bouyant maybes
now that i know you can dance with your heart, too.

dancing with dreams am i, come morning
moments before dawn shine bright as midday
when doubt intrudes
thought of handclasps
                                 soft pauses
                                                 and a laugh
return order by reminding of your smile.