errol miller
THE HUMAN RESPONSE
In the evening
I take your hand and lead you
across the fields that have become
our partners in life.
We move
through quiet forests of grass.
We pause. I hold you more closely
and tell you in pampered words
my inside thoughts.
It is the giant plan
of all times come true.
Your hair falls around your shoulders
as we kiss in what may be
a perfect dream.
And time is suspended,
waiting in the sultry June night
like an old contented carriage
driver knowing of our
loving.
