Watch for what comes back

You came floating down to my feet

from the sky it seemed, flowering tree

growing out of a rock

shed you like tears.


I sent you down the river.

You came circling back,

surprising

I didn’t laugh until the second time.


Whatever currents brought us together

it was laughter that sent us

each equally on our way.

You, floating again

to only you know where or to the end.

I, finally at ease watching the

dragonflies dancing

all these leaves and wind making love

the water coming

as if from forever and

heading on that same way.


I go that way too, I come back again.

poetryMegan Jones