When you had a shower I thought it was rain.
When you brought all those books home I thought we lived
In a library. When you smiled I suddenly realised
That cliches are based in truth and of course
The day became so much brighter.
When my eyes had rested in yours I could clearly
See for much greater distances, sometimes years ahead
Whereas before I had slowly plodded
From one uneventful day to the next.
Though seasons change over time
Sometimes a storm will spring up on the horizon
And there is nothing I can do to avoid its coming
Batten down the hatches and ride out the worst of it
Hiding in a corner of myself and reading a good book
Until its over.
Now I am studying hard, becoming
A meteorologist of emotions
So the weather of our lives won’t be so
Unpredictable. Each winter I study harder
Gathering in my little room
All the texts of good and bad humor
Until I look up
And the day is running away
Like wild Bukowski horses
Over the hills.
But Spring is my favourite season
And its very hard to keep up
My diligent dedication
To the art of the mind alone.
The body just says "leave all that
Alone for a while". "Come over here and look at this"
And there you are blooming
Like magnolia or frangipani
Bumped into in the street
Going shopping, riding in from the pool,
Standing in the kitchen
Telling the new drama of your friends lives
And then I feel I’ve graduated with a Ph.D. in love
With a special emphasis
On the beautiful
Non-conformity of clouds.