Invitation
When you are ready,
come. I will be waiting
by the river’s
purling hurry,
slim or sleek
with spring.
We will walk there
and your story–
river in ice,
river hurling —
will quicken.
Our two hearts
nodding, knotted
in knowing.
When you are ready,
I will be waiting.
Green as daylight
rich in wonder.
I will be rain
to your thunder