They will say it is impossible,
but I want to give you things
they say no one can keep—
the scent on the trail
this morning, a golden smell,
and the amber light inside it.
Or the pause before the dance
commences. Or the moment
when falling becomes flying.
I want to give you elusive things—
the moon in the river, the way
the sunset turns the whole world
to rose, the feeling that love
not only is possible, it’s as
inevitable as blinking, as
unavoidable as noon.
It is not too late. In fact,
already we are here.