chagall backdrop

I’ve planned to travel
your heart-line
for some time
now.

There’s a place,
it’s a bend
where the sunlight hits
just right.

Atop a log fence
I sit
with a cattail
in my teeth;

I squint so I see
you outlined
in the sun.

And it smells like
honey and
grass
and lemons;
you taste
just the same.

It’s warm,
the light
grows stronger,

days are long,
life fans out
in broad strokes,

that take us far
beyond
what we’d hope for.

I grab your hand,
pull you in,
we exit
the shaded maze.

© Chagall 2013