I love
the tiny movement in the grain
when the wind caresses it
I love to watch you
as you are walking toward me
I love to sweethearts
when they whisper
in one another’s ears
and I love to listen
to your strong words, your fine words
when you are angry
I love
my memories of you
There is a passion there
that frightens people who know no joy

I lift my head
to peer into your heaven.