after the storm

our energies don’t compete.
mine, expanding with subtle simulation
yours, contracting with every hesitation

a meeting most harmonious, in this
   placid little lake
and our skin.

held taught, silent, and still
this nothingness between disruptions
in the pause of the moment,
after the skipping of the stone

the ease of limpid air
then trapped, there, from fear. it’s
the rumbling hollows of one heart

June 2014