Reunion Inesperada
Memory resurrected on a city street.
Suddenly you in the evening crowd
Calling my name – I turn and
A thousand faces negate themselves
And disappear – only you remain
Real, under uncertain skies – enveloped
In shifting clouds of hair – wild
As a kiss of wind – breathless from running
You were there again.
Nothing more complex than this.
Beneath stoical buttresses of a grey
Cathedral – Memory made tangible
In silk and velvet – you, more alive
Than life itself – you, clutching the rough
Arm of my coat with a small, cold hand,
Speaking my name – delicate wet birds
Lifting from your lips – parting the rain,
White trails vanishing into dark caverns
And you were there again.
Nothing more complex than this.
