you force me to confront
The connectness of all things
People who would be strangers
Become intimates of a kind
A field of wild heather
Bowing in the wind
Matter and energy make up these currents
Of air and light
Which bring me together
With the face of a child
I could not keep
She changed us both
Shaped the horizon
Into “before” and “after”
Please, Love,
Spend all these afters
Near me.