Not paying attention

I was counting the blossoms on the cherry tree

and checking the blackbird’s nest for eggs

when I heard a murmur behind the glass;

I went inside and found to my surprise

a beautiful world had spun off its axis

and as I approached her lonely orbit

her gravity pulled me to the ground.

Tell me what you need from me, I said

and I will be that person for you.

Love comes to us deformed and incomplete:

cherish it. It might be the only chance.