The wilding meadow bends to wind
and locusts sing in waves. A cricket
laughs. Dragonflies and damselflies
dart, hover, swoop.
Do you still think of it––
this world you left just past your 85th
or of my day, the 5th, and of our
midpoint wedding day?
You loved that summer symmetry.
But you were thinking other thoughts
before you left. I wonder
what you’re thinking now
and if you’ve found just how
we figure in the wider calculus.
