I saw you standing in the court-yard before or after church unattached, disengaged You were very dark your clothes your demeanor Then in motion you passed by as though you didn’t see me and I followed cautious, hiding all intent You abruptly turned and smiled at me or gave a look of recognition which I took to be a smile I moved to close the space between us, but you stopped me with a cry Wordless, soundless but nonetheless a cry that framed us in our final stand Creature to creature Splendor to splendor And from your splendor came this truth ‘I am not here for you’ And from mine own ‘I know, nor I for you’ And holding brief a final stare We parted
