Grace in Flurries

Running presently
To something that’s not me
Never been too far away
Just never made the connection

Walking distantly
To someone that’s not me
Hasn’t happened, the timings right
Just haven’t made the connection

In a corner suddenly
Gazelle leaps, weight all over me
Sipping, dripping, soaking wet
Something like the day we met

Now’s now
Grown up somehow
Who would’ve thought we’d make it so far?
Days’ cards limited by sight
Beyond the mountain, she took flight
Leopard print shawl
Past raindrop tin pans in the hall
On the floor catching mother nature’s worry
I stood watching beauty’s grace in flurries