Some days,
I think you are
a vased lily set
on a corner table
and I am
a patterned rug
beneath you.
I am hoping that
someday,
a cat will brush you,
an arm will nudge you
or the quaking earth
will upheave you.
Your white blossoms
and fertile water will spill
over the table’s lip
onto me.
It’s not that
I wish you turmoil:
I just want you
as a rain of flowers,
however unexpected.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
