This blue vase
So rough to the touch
Beneath my fingertips
The leaves are velvet tongues
Still life of zinnias
Daffodils and marigolds
Arrange the view
On blue linen tablecloth
Outside
Behind the window pane
Dreamscapes glisten
The earth beckons
Beyond the cultivated fields
To chance our way
Through groves of thickest darkness
See the empty barn
Its dark blind eye
See the fields of nettles
Bloodying the purple hills,
Crowned with silver clouds
Between these blooms
And that faraway light
The years ripple
Back to the center
Pieces on another table
In another time
Of another place
We once called home.