Days In The Blackberries Field
Maybe you will understand one day
sitting on a bench
there, in some distant park
in some distant city of your dreams.
I imagine how you suddenly feel the heat
under your heavy winter coat
while the white flakes dance
with your graying eyebrows.
I see your hand in a glove
brushing the snow from a white cap.
Maybe you will understand then
and in a small single snowflake
recognize my tear that melts in your palm.
Maybe then you will understand
why I’ve always been there.