toes press into soles
moving feet
bond to leg
we move to I
alone in we
the wind through leaves
the sun through leaves
the sound of light
in chatter
with crickets in after noon
swish swish fabric between skin
and late spring sips
from past into present
continuously ending
a gift in time of senses
in time of ignorance
in time of desire
in time of being
in time of time
—
Jane
