In a Knowing

Standing together

in the mouth of the barn

or seated on a soft chair indoors,

blessed with perfect beads

that cast away impurities, 

in the form of rain.

Grateful for a chance to sit idle, in reprieve from scorch and humidity, 

but if only for a moment.

Restore our strength for the morrow, while the crops gather sustenenance. 

Our hearts meld with the rain, and tether together. 

Memories compile

Memories fade

But some remain

unto this day 

Alone

Yet knowing 

you’re seated next.

I can’t see you.

But I envy…

You see me.