No If, No Whether
Whether the simple facts blossom
at dream's edge, as rocks rise and float,
or on the usual pavement
where an Acadian bares her feet
to reveal twelve neat toes,
you love and learn
not to ask idle questions.
Wherever he is, that man who drank
Saturday coffee after shopping,
and if he will return to the outdoor table
where he entered your life
after 5 minutes of comment on
two children and a dog,
is another quiet question
The sun is out and the air richly cool,
two bears descend, are still safe
as late mint by the reservoir rocks
refreshes what is almost perfect,
and you chance upon late yellow buds,
their first observer
May 1996 2015
Roberta Gould