the momentary blue sky
The sunlight through the clouds
The brightening
Of the world
Instead I'm waiting sometimes not so
Patiently to see
The flicker in your blue eyes
To have a shared glance
To be illuminated
I'm supposed to be admiring the green hills of this Emerald Isle
The variety of tones, smooth and jagged
Imagining a world of cow raiding clans
That speak Gaelic and wear war paint
Instead I'm looking over the folds in your green jacket
The ease with which it clings to you
The light feeling of it
And imagining holding you in my arms, as you speak German silliness,
And allow the flush to highlight your cheeks, smiling cuteness
I'm supposed to be listening to the stories or this ancient land
The politics, pride and potential,
Discerning between the intricate pattern of jokes mixed w/ mythology
But I'd rather hear the details of your delights, depths, desires
Monitoring the intonation and the pattern
So that I can recognize your joy even in your villainy
And so I fantasize about stealing you away,
Perhaps like the fairies here did,
And we can share the rains and the sun alike
Knowing full well that we'll never make leprechaun babies.
