EYES OF A NEW MORNING   <return to contents

Ripping Open Envelopes
Every time her letters came,
I ripped the envelopes open
and devoured her words,
always in the grips of tomorrow’s answer:
Envelopes in ruins, words in heart.

I envisioned her eyes running
across the paper as she wrote.
     I saw hurried glances,
     I saw swirling pools of thought,
     I saw brown smiles, openings,
     I saw downcast evenings,
     I saw eyelids folding, closing,
     I saw tears that couldn’t come out,
     I saw gazes into her dreams,
     I saw sighs, tender blinks.
I saw.