am I too fast, or you too slow?
I wait for you all the time,
watching the plants grow,
watching the city as I run,
watching the water boil to cook mixed vegetables.
Have you
thought about me
in these minutes
between the last time
and the next?
Is there enough space for you to put your feet on one,
your hands on the other,
and push them apart and
stretch your presence into thoughts of me.
Seems like I'm always waiting
for you to appear,
for your name to appear beyond my imagination,
to flash on the screen and for you to say
Hello
and say, I've been thinking about you.
Those words would water
the desert
and make it bloom with white flowers.