Let’s sit together for a while.  When I’m with

you everything seems quieter.  We don’t have

to do anything in particular with our time – just

listen to the soft sounds around us.  The

background music of the road, pressed down by

the insistent hush you bring, until it’s no more than

a hum.  Sharp birdsong, called back and forth

between the neighbours’ trees.  The impatient

drone of a bee.

It wasn’t love at first sight between us.  When we

met you were someone else’s – they had changed

you with their own dreams.  It took a while to make

you mine.  I wonder if you prefer the old way,

the neatness of it. Or are you happy with the disorder –

the haphazard tumbling of poppies and dahlias,

sunflowers and daisies.  An osmosis of wild and cultivated.

Eager life falling from every crack, every dark place.

It’s the only way I know how to care for you.