Be With it

Only one more day of this.

So let me be with it--

like I would

a child

or pet.

Something alive and

never again. 

All these things I can live without, and will--

the lake-eyes of the stranger in Colorado

the purple flowers pressing through the green path

beside a dog's paw

What Mary Oliver says of geese on blue skies

What the boy, who loves you

more than you can love him,

would say

of your hands

Is what I am trying to say.

Whatever it is, even if it is not for you--is yours

right now

Let us be with it.

Let it move through us, knowing

it is always

all

we have.