wind in the willows

     

we wait, trembling
in a place we never belonged

(you have no business here)

joking about ourselves
           and the way we are

dancing
      like rain

torrents
pouring out
         the language of thoughts
rhythmic as
question and answer

we speak in silences

and
i am a stranger in a strange land
comforted
by your obscurity

liquid tension
      curved in your hand
palm on palm

and the willow knows all your secrets
but tells me nothing
                loyalty and love

the wind has mine
           she flings them everywhere
                     laughing

but yesterday she caressed the long limbs
of your tree

and we were still