by poetrydiary

Reaching through the fantasies and patterns
of an ordinary day, you touched me.
I was grateful. Time changed its usual pace.
Soon I found myself looking back towards
the place where you had been.

I could not say, at supper, where I was.
I spoke to others; the long evening passed –
lingered before I went to bed – still there,
something intangible but warm. I slept,
quite well, but as I woke I found the shape
new in my soul, and clearer now, was you.


Submitted to http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/. August 2011.