I step out and am arrested by the sight –
like a china tea-set shattered on green baize,
like soft late snow, scattered on the grass,
the day’s eyes blaze at me with light.

By squinting I regain my vision and my poise,
the flowers recede, the city comes once more in view –
a warm spring day, the air feels fresh and new
despite its load of dirt and noise.

I turned to you the other night and lost my fear
in that smile, in the bright blue trumpets of your eyes
like Morning Glory taken by surprise;
I only wish that I could see you here.