Darling Symmetry

I see my angel changing shape,
daydreaming this new season

and giving comfort as light as air -
always there without condition.

Turning with me and resting in cherry shadows,
their rooted veins make river sounds.

A pulse resonates in the fingers that
find mine, their pneumatic bones

strong, leading without moving -
I learn my next-ness

and abandon the need to know
the whole future as my hand lays

in soft, unfeathered space.