daily I wait
for your rustling footsteps climbing up the winding path of fallen leaves
by now you must have greeted all wayside gleefully waving daffodils
in size, by name, and of every distinct shade of gold
finding the ever changing doorway to reach our secret garden where our minds meet
for warm cups of freshly brew tea and genuine English muffins
in the tender coolness of many breezy afternoons
we whisper and converse and discourse words and sentences and pages and volumes
at times clashing tiny silver spoons and forks and minds
with frown brows, yet hearts at ease and all in good humour
knowing that this ad hoc assembly of words will be of transient consequence
as full stop daily we halt at the umpteenth semicolon (after we lose count) bidding goodbye and see you
(and remember tomorrow repeating rendezvous)
to this quiet place where our minds perchance meet.
kai 2022-06-24
sound mind journal 