Notice the space in which what happens happens.
Space precedes both subject and object.
It joins them, too.
At night we go out and look at the stars
The ferns rustle as we pass.
The sunflowers stir in the wind.
Strands of cloud drift across the Milky Way.
Somewhere a piano plays, each plaintive note like its own drop of dew.
I walk slower and slower.
Between one foot rising and the next foot falling, eternity.
Or it feels that way.
She smiles when I least expect it.
She is indifferent when I most desire coddling.
She asks for coffee heavy on the sugar, lots of cream.
We talk about the bird feeders a lot - where they are place, what type of seed they contain, what birds visit, and what improvements, if any, might be helpful.
Sometimes I think: what are we talking about?
She says, doubt is not a bad thing because it reminds us to be attentive.
Humility is good, too.
And birds, she says.