Waving Hello (Draft 1)
Maybe a wave…
I imagined many times I’d
call her across the scenario, though
it didn’t seem real as I
wandered in the meadow
but when I looked up
from the grass I contemplated
I saw her beck,
and when I came closer
she kissed me
The gesture seemed clear, and
we were so close that
there was no need to call out,
only a need to call in.
— Douglas Gilbert
