I walk, still
following paths, invisible to all but my heart
and inner eye
shaped of you

Stoop to pick upbits and things
Place in my pocket
Collecting, treasures nowhere to share.

Read the signs, looking for
petals from flowers
she loves me
loves me not

Hear a thunderstorm
See the sun
Take tiny steps
and watch the little things on the path
so complicated in form
My heart in my throat

So then,
There it is.
Writ in things and places
Which could be said more simply
Still, still.

That would be,
I love you.