I am like you without thoughts
or reasons to tend with drops of sun
and rays of water
you pour onto your balcony garden down
from closed heaven and up
from empty hell.

You are my finger taps
fingernail clicks on peels of furnish.
you will, can, won’t, can’t
stop and think and stop.

You are a master of invisible arts
and I am not your lone following
I will never rest
between the creative and scientific
chunks of your frantic brain
for a day.

I am the fireplace
you have never owned,
and will never need.

I will rest
at the fork of love
and appreciation.


lhl