only the essential matters
a bird flys away
as i gaze to the east
.
I feel peace from the morning
with all the bread crumbs
still on the table
,
from even a month ago
.
and I didn't understand then
,
that when you came to me
you were saying
I love you
,
and when you mixed the pancake batter
you were saying
I love you
,
and when you put flowers on the sill
and when you hid candy eggs
and when you touched my stomach
and when you kissed my cheek
,
when you searched for a tree to plant
.
now the world is ablaze
and my feet feel the energy
through an open window
.
this play has been choreographed
and it is only the morning flock of pigeons
who threaten to give away this secret
.