Ruminiscence

Far in the distance...
What are you sounding?
Drops; in drops it comes...

From where?

We are about the house, lounging
Bodies on folded recliners, sounding
The patters outside while the hiss of the tea
Screams.

I am sorry, my love:
That was far distant.

Could you ever get to it
From here?

I saw it, strangely enough,
But I could not reach it,

Though it had reached me.

It had already, that is the way:
You never can see
What you hold,
Your arms are too big
And the mind is too small.

Do I see it in...?

Don't start,
Because it is like a sound,
And the sound never sounds
As it should sound
Since it comes

So far in the distance,

And all of us are going away.