on days like this
the bird song
the rain drips down the glass
the soft breeze
i dream that just maybe
we are not so far from another
maybe our seasons have collided
my waning summer day
unseasonably chilled
clouds blanketing us
and yours
a warm winter day
where sun embraces you
and puddles form
and the bird calls ask if it is time
on days like this
i wonder if our souls are skipping
holding hands
splashing in the wet
sweat collecting under our rain coats
creeping down from my scalp
carving a stream on my face
where my tears
that water our separation
have previously flowed
on days like this
i hope this connection i feel is not
my imagination
but that force they speak of
that connects people in the here and there
across the planet
into the beyond
i think they call it
love
