IN TEN MONTHS.

From the first moment we spoke
Across the screens
Of flat panels

To the actual audible tones of
Land lines and
Cell phones;

With pictures flickered from
The farthest
Hearths,

And fragrances sent in cards
And kept
In wallets;

From a meeting in April heat,
And confirmation
Of first thoughts,

To a sad goodbye before
An airport’s
Unforgiving walls,

And with cameras installed
On return to see
Each other daily

We have raised love from seed
Into the hardiest
Of gardens.