Than April of a year ago
Is full of whispers, full of sighs
Edna St Vincent Malay
We came together
and not a meeting so much
nor, for the matter,
design. A confluence,
I shall call it.
Do you see two rivers
palm to palm, joined as if in prayer?
But this is water flowing into water
and a swifter current
drags all away.
You spoke first.
And every small thing
the poets have said about April
left metaphor behind and came true.
I wished I had such words
for you but offered instead my hand
with the trust of a child.
Poets United: Susan is hosting the Midweek Motif: April.
Dreaming with Stacie in The Imaginary Garden features Children's Poetry.