We’re out
in the meadows
hiking although
there’s a predicted
likely chance of
torrents and thunder.
Ahead of us hours
of waiting, walking,
hanging on the movements
of every breeze-turned
leaf.
I suggest we
might not want
to get our clothes
wet, and it might be
a fine idea
to take them off
while we’re waiting
and stow them in our
packs (which also make
fine pillows when filled).
You smile like
the light behind a long,
low cloud full of rain
when the ground
has been parched
for weeks.
