First clouds of the day cross the valley,
the afternoon cools to evening,
and it is so peaceful i'm thinking
everyone in the township
must have fallen asleep,
and i join them without knowing it
until you awaken me,
i hear your voice behind me,
urging me on.
Swallows circle the willow.
Imagine, and it is so.
–for Kelly O'Brien, 1970-2008, who visits me in dreams.
