Our Own Space

For Amy

Red violence encroached
upon the pearl of your gaze,

followed by hazy enthusiasm,
green beginnings.

From off camera, the dinning
of numberless voices raised

to the pitch of a moonless sky.
There’s a how and a why,

a way and a will. We both
accepted stillness and tranquil

breathing as we focused
on the shifting patterns

of the vapor trails scaling the air.
Without care or concern

for trivial things, the stinging
in my eyes subsided,

and I saw more beautiful scenes
reflected in yours.

-r. miller