Did you feel in the short moments
you walked the lane that leads to my house
a potency, a beat thickening in your chest?
I sat perched, nothing to feel but my insides,
like a cat stirring when the masters approach
long minutes before they are arrived.
you didn’t see me pacing, one ear to the garden
I listened to the quiet growing buds.
suddenly you were inside
still with my reading glasses on I startled,
and you laughed at me, a happy laugh
and we embraced.