Be Here Now

On this hilltop
above the earth
between beats of heart
and taiko
between strums of string
and ginger locks
between silences of time
and potent glances
between the hours, days
and the passing year
between us
the sun beams through
more than just these
blades of grass
as if to paint
anew this
map I carry
on our
long road.

xxx
Woodford
31 Dec 2008.