Thursday, August 07, 2003

At the park, in the sun.
Where I'd asked her to lunch that time.
When I bought her something she didn't like - and she ate it.
When we talked like a dance.
Displaying and decoding each other a piece at a time.

It hasn't been long, but now our talk can be the commonplaces, the logistical.
She'll tell me if she doesn't like what I bought her.
She'll tell me if she's scared or annoyed.
We're together. A team.
Meshed needs and movements.
It works well.
It's fun!

But - mind at rest, lunch at hand, thoughts of her return.
As a perfect thing apart from me when I'm apart from her.
At the park, in the sun.
Where I'd asked her to lunch that time.