When I know the time is right, I will inhale.
One careful, sensuous, languorous breath
Drawn within me, deep and slow,
And I will taste the colour of your passing summer’s day.

You turn your face away now, towards the sun,
And seek to shun the memory of me –
Surfeited as you are with this energy, this light.
Carelessly squandering a world so richly green.

But I will breathe once more – much deeper then –
Drawing the colours from the earth and sky.
And the wheel will turn.