First Sight
By: Warren Christopher Taylor
With pouring rain, we wake beside ourselves
And no one else. We fill our morning drone
With silent breakfasts, empty endless shelves
Of social, rainy walks to work alone
Until we turn a corner bumping one
Another. Dropping everything we hold,
The earth continues rolling round the sun;
But both our constant heartbeat throbs stop cold
Along with breathing uncontrolled, we can’t
Hold back our stares from one another’s eyes.
Despite our tries to catch our breaths, we pant
Then catch ourselves and break from our surprise.
We bend to get our things. The sun expands
And, as we bend, we touch each other’s hands.