Rheingold

How can I touch you
With your back to my face?
How can I say what matters
What’s dearest to me now?
I thought it was good
Out in the soil patch
I dig in a daze
Circling for metaphor
Or a herb to make me
Better today
When I know it’s just thought
Your shoulders
On my mind
I forget
All I have learned
I guess it is love
In this cliff perched
Weatherboard
We potter and pace
And I can see the outlines
Of a sea storm taking shape
Was it ever soft and still?
I can’t recall
How can I touch you
In this wind blown place
How can I love you
With my spirit
Blown away?