When it’s three in the afternoon
And yellow is spilling through window panes
And a breeze is greeting my shoulders
And the grass is hanging on so tightly to the wet earth
That I think it might never let go

When familiar smoke lingers
In cool plum air
And the circle shrinks
And kindred spirits retreat
Into knots of one another  

When the heart of the world
Is beating
Much too fast
And all that I need
Is a quiet blank canvas

When clay turns to dirt turns to dust
And the pond dries up
And the thirst of the earth
Is finally quenched
By a divine downpour
  
When the rain comes
Like it was always meant to
And fills up my cup
And breathes life into the land
And laughter into my veins

When the stars peek out
When I hear that record
When azaleas start to bloom
When it’s time to write
That’s when,
When I am reminded of you