I'm too early
I wait the long slow minutes out
My breath inheld, ready
To balloon up into a high, but for the slow
Exhalation of my excitement as you turn
Into the magic avenue of trees - your hand
Held out to me - your hand
To my multiple infractions -
Awarenessnes
Of coin-silver leaves turning a-squint in air
Muffled footfalls on the footpath
Your naked ankles twinkling in the autumn light
I close the distance between us
As quickly
As fog does boiling in
From the inner harbour inexorably
As the thunder and beat of train-wheels
Flashing past a tiny country station just
Standing there aghast and quite
Inexplicably shaken and lost and
Without say
Well, that is how you infect me: mad ay?