from where I am now at home,
easy on my blue couch

there’s a wisp of thought
and circles of you
spiral and cut messages in the air

clockwise dance around dangling
pinpoint flowers holding
sips

white and white again, each petal
accompanying rush of shallow river water
talking over rock

if I had had the notion to
carry you home in a pocket,
would you have nipped at me on the way?

this is to say
I have carried you home
and you are now no further from me
than my very breath

this is ever so

I buzz
while you fix dinner