Cherry Blossom

It is so very tranquil here

in the shadow of these great trees

laden with sweet cherry blossom

and a chorus of native birds

I can tread the footsteps to you

with no guidance or direction

between the fine hewn granite stones

your name etched in permanent white

Every time I am drawn to it

I the magnetic supplicant

hide brimming eyes behind glasses

wonder whether you are watching

and whether you’d be proud of me today…