Early Spring
Rain & Wind
hard ride, exhilarated,
He saw me.
I saw him like Adonis, Apollo,
a vision filled my eyes like
glacier wind had filled my lungs,
a sweetness after barren winter,
it cleared my head
.
I rested, wanting to talk to him
Beg him come to me
Wrap his legs around me and ride,
let me take you to a meadow
and show you what I mean
.
On I get, push around to leave, he gets out to say to me, “Ride safe, darling,” and a million other things I couldn’t hear
and could not have wanted more.
In surprise I blundered 'thank you' in three languages, but not one thing of what
I really wanted to him to know.
