your name
keeps finding its way
into the quiet spaces
of my day
in the first light
through the window
in the slow drift
of afternoon thoughts
somehow
everything ordinary
leans a little toward you
a song
a passing cloud
the way the world pauses
for a second longer
than it should
and if anyone asked why
I wouldn’t have an answer
only the feeling
of the tide moving
for a moon
it never needs to touch