Their suns rose during year ten when
magnetism sparked alive iron filings
between their poles
on a cold gray day
walking home from school
when the crack between their worlds formed
and new awareness crept over them.
A new day had arrived,
the old would never be the same.
The new day brought with it a light to follow,
feelings sensed they’d never felt before
the sight of her like nothing he had ever seen.
An intense flame lasting but a heartbeat
continued burning long after with smoldering intensity,
the sight of her form and line and walk
each unique quality that was hers
etched within his sight ..
long after she disappeared around the corner his,
Each unique quality that was hers became
his lasting need to know.
Christmas: That Same Year
That same year they each received
skates for Christmas.
While families ate their Christmas meal or
opened gifts or
thought about the Christmas pig
they journeyed to the little pond within the
little park where they lived in their
Carrying their skates, his black her’s white
they arrived on time at opposite ends.
They sat the bench between the pond and the old two story bandshell
(that burned away that summer), too shy to say one word to the other
that Christmas day so long ago when
Light wings fell through frozen air and time
the ground with carpet white, boxed homes appearing vacant,
no passing cars in sight
their world hushed and white.
‘Round and ‘round they glided
their paths crossing but
they could not look.
The only sounds that could be heard
four blades of Sheffield steel
scraping against ice while
circles and figure eights
trailed behind them.