Drifting clouds settle,
distant bells signal
An iron gate
latches shut
by its own weight
downhill
Mannerly wildflowers wave Spring's greeting,
while branches share their leaves generously
lifting downcast eyes
Turned over
inspected
turned away
Rain
steadily misses
ground
Hands let go
on roads
rising overhead
Two selves meet
in a neutral place
No fault lingers,
no questions rush past answering
there
In quiet distillation,
fragments find their whole
The out-of-reach memory
returns
a passing glance