green cactus - yellow sand

and then
I was going into summer
- not waiting for you - 
inside my clear aloneness
there was no sign - 
the wind was calm
why have you come?

I was going into summer

and then you came
to show me the brook
and the May flower
and you let my hair loose like a dome
- what silence were you coming from?

I was going into summer
and how would I have wanted to stay
inside my clear aloneness
more and more locked within words

and then
I was going into summer
no I wasn't waiting for you