To Find You
I took my myself to the cafe,
Along the sidewalk, like a submarine with periscope peeking.
Into some wild world full of burning bushes, lapels and miles.
I darted and dove, shimmied to starboard.
Two red leaves blown from a fall maple,
Wet with word, press themselves to my outstretched hand.
Each corner licks a direction, quartering your heart.
I yielded and yearn, stolen and harbored.
I draw my prize down here,
To see what we are made of.
Maybe two compliments, maybe two query–yes, two other.
I am holding and hope, our life unarmored.
I’ve passed my cafe and make for home.
The way rounds rock marches, skips on lights and windows.
Each leaf’s inch is a promise, is a notion, and are our mystery.
I am found with a kiss, my love, my ardor.