In Such Little Ways As These

It's in little ways
Such as these
That I am reminded
Of us:

Of how known bodies
Known arms
And known dreams
Have been fashioned
From our cradling arms

Delighted
In such little ways
As looking through the mirror
Beyond the window
Beyond walls
And with eyes
Horizon-bound

I am reminded of us.

The flowers
The brook water
That old whishing well in Florence
Your letters
It is not they

It's just you and those petty means
Of speaking but not talking
Of touching but not touching

No long goodbyes to cherish
Just that emotional philosophy.