I watch you.
So long that I forget about time.
So intently that I forget about space.
I watch you until I forget what you are called.
Eventually, I am no longer watching you.
A watcher is separate, and I have become
the suede of your petals,
the sinew of your stalk,
the sting of your thorn,
the essence of your fragrance,
the photosynthesis of your leaves.
For a moment longer than time and
smaller than a split atom
you and I are one.
Deb Moore 