Poem

Once we laughed in light

and laughed like rain on skin

and laughed like a blanket on grass

and God laughed with us

and trees bent their buds to my nose

and I to your tongue.

Now, though all is night

and the clouds have hidden

every moon I stare through the sky,

I laugh with the clouds

and I laugh as a storm rends trees

and as a river lashes the soft bank,

and God laughs with me and graciously

bends the breeze

to carry me the smell of your hair.

written as a text draft on a Nokia cellphone, 6-9-11