The Garden Path



A spider web strung across the path

Silver and gold, it will not hold

You, it was not spun for you. Walk on through.

The sun is rising there, on the edge

Of the garden wall, as I recall

You dream of light like the sunflowers, turning

This way, turning that way, turning away.


You turned from me, did you believe

I was too cool to warm you? It is true

I am not so hot as the sun, not so constant,

Nor so easy to find. I don’t mind

The choices made, but if you had stayed

One moment more, you may have seen me, one step

Closer, one step back, one step away.