The Way Rocks Settled

The brokenness became
like a flowering groundcover,
something soft to step around
making us beautiful survivors

Pain is not as noticeable
when you are in the midst
of a smiling kiss

A year becomes two and then
a decade and a lifetime –
sometimes a whole afternoon

Pieces of songs of the past
and of flowers not yet bloomed
converge in dreams while
the river’s mosaic is a loving tribute.