MOVING MEG BOYLES
“…one day, not today, not now, we will be gone
from this earth where we know the gladiolas.”
But until then, I want the lights from the window
to be bright.
I want the madeleines first,
an armful of daffodils the brightest day
of spring.
I want it to be time
when I make the great move, to have known love
at the level of my feet.
I am singing this song
to myself. I want to write the words right this time:
the dogs off leash, wind against face,
a gentle beholding of my one heart
in collaboration.
Before leaving, let me touch
the pink petals of morning and brim
over with the sun.
Let me remember this melody. I hope
I am listening.