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.