13

I brought some rain                                  
Cupped in my hand                                  
But stepping towards you and                  
With no further gain                                
I lost my harvest in the sand.                    

You stood there too                                
Arms stretched in shade                          
Which landed with no break                    
Behind me in the tracks I made                
 - your shadow in my wake.                    

Our gifts, though unreceived
Have joined the Sun and found
A garden where
They hit the ground.

--jm