Stay Awhile

I saw you swinging in the backyard under the old apple tree yesterday.  Your long hair was floating out behind you as you rested on the breeze looking for all the world like part of the evening air.  You are the forest.  Are you?  Are you?  Are you real?  Sipping tea at my kitchen table, smiling, laughing, sharing some secret joke with my houseplants.  You gravitate towards the African violet on the bookshelf, the soft sweet purple furred violet.  Watching your soft brown fingers stroke its leaves I realize that there are things in this world I will never understand.