The wind was lower than the day before the day before

And I was anticipating

And I marked by time

By breathing, again and then

I looked up occasionally

Petulant in hope

And you still were not there

What was it within that charged like this

That would not relent

That would not stop

I heard the margins between the cane

Surging with me, the wind tactile

And you were still not there

I gazed from face to happened face

To find your eyes, the mark of which

I held before and held and held and held

I turned and heard the wings of some

Illustrious winged ones and I knew I was not Icarus

Then you were there as sudden as a heartbeat

And I could not breathe

The wind rose and ran upon me like a new day

And I held in momentary loss

The world, the words that were no longer mine