Upon Hearing Your Sighs After Reading Alice Walker Together
Why would you want the power to provoke rain
When the very air around you is electric?
(I feel the little hairs on my neck stand on end)
You silently bewitch and intoxicate without
The noisy rolls of thunder and lightning flashes
That others use to call attention to their skies.
It is not the wind that pushes me towards you,
But that same luminescent grace that you
Wrap yourself in on summer evenings.
And bathed in the light of your quiet attention
Somehow, the miraculous occurs:
You provoke in me something more than rain
You bring new growth to parched desert.
I understand without knowing the
Hows and whys of your singular wonder
I feel without seeing the
Waves and ripples of your smallest gesture.
--Me, 2000 | 
