in october.

[dryft]

in october leaves will be shed
like so many joyful tears.
i saw the one you handed to me
folded carefully like a poem,
the striations of veins
a topography of potential
underneath my fingers.

in october the roads hum
like a chorus of insect wings
under these steel-belted wheels.
home rushes away from me
like the sun dipping (gracefully)
below the horizon
and by the time night rises
from the pores of the earth
i will be there.

in october my eyes are green
and can barely look into the
umber depths of yours.
i reached out for a hand and
two clasped mine between,
trapped elegantly in
warmth and feeling, a burning
bundle of some forgotten fire
in my chest.

in october i drove home with a book
and a song and the taste of
your name in my mouth.
i heard the angels and insects singing
as they sent some off to sleep
and others nodded at the wheel
in silent communion,
a concensus of ghosts.

in october i found something unlike any other,
in beauty in grace in tranquil gaze.
lifted like the hand you held
through a curve in your skin
the opal tinge of morning touched the pages turning
in the hands of a man rapt,
captured and wondering at the beauty
of the world that has such people within it.

in october i met you.