Trees blooming on a Spring day.
The watch still ticks--
She thinks she knows herself
He loves but she desires selfish gain.
The struggle
Ensues.
Night falls as the crickets emerge.
The moon tells time now--
He lets her go
She waits but he doesn't come.
The passion
Is gone.
The morning arrives and the crisp air bites.
Time passes with the footsteps--
She will return
He cannot return the initial butterflies and yet he loves.
The delight
Begins.
An afternoon like any other.
But the clock stands still--
She is captured
He does not show but he is.
The finality
Reawakens.
Ideals crushed. Hope disjointed.
And then I realize--
I am just like them.
(A response to Eudora Welty's novel, Delta Wedding.)
