I have loved you quietly
By calendar kissed
With red letter days
And blue
By circle, by arrow
By patter of news
By the slow accumulation
Of ourselves
In the faces, the bodies
The tempestuous spirits
Of others
A river's clamor and glow
The warble of paper
Breezed across the thumb
The sea will take these
As the sea has always done
But I have loved you quietly
At the roll and tangle heart
Of a water, there untempered
By direction
This poem appears in
Pass it Along
© Brendan Bonsack
October 2014