we came to standing waters in our walk
that morning when we woke your breath and lips
against my ear - remember dear - the clock
had stopped at one that night - i know it slips
your mind when we recall that morning  how
we left with breakfast in our hands and ate
it late there in the meadow where the plow
unused for eons rusted down the weight
of passing taking what it ever was
and changing it  we chose to sit within