Conversation 4

i'm glad to see
you
coming up your eyes
looking like the sky

at once both far
and near

and the sun
dancing
in the window
leaves this warm shine
across the fading carpet's
patterned lines

true, there is a good chance
i will just stand here like a tree
being greeted by a spring
wind the words may not dig
into the earth
but their sound makes me crane
my head

have you seen this
up there:
a thousand new leaves shaking
each with its own whisper?