I hear love made in this calm Friday morning
From the other side of my house
My roommate, her boyfriend intercept between the lines
Of these educated reading of mine
Translating their sense of each other

I watch love as my sister describes her week
Geological findings become spiritual reflections
Nothing but sand in vast time, everything
continues to change
She almost cries out

I find old loves as I march to work, rushing
in fear of being late I accuse the morning coffee
or the broken bike, then
After the big thoughts slippery memories stop by
Small dreams walk with me for a while