Puddles

There is a puddle

On the road by your house

I stop to look at the

Sky through it’s

Reflection.

I see you, there

In the clouds.

Up in the air.

I see you, there.

I am the brush of air

A warmth of breath caressing you

For a moment

Never actually touching.

I am tucked into the curve of your neck

I am tucked into the corner of your bed

I am smushed between the pages of a book

I am a bug beneath your shoe

I am the rain

As it falls onto

You

I am the drain in your sink

I am curved around the soles in your foot

I am the puddle you

Jump into and

I am the splash of dirty water

When your feet land in it.

There is a puddle

On the road by your house.