Your hand has found mine.

“Especially in the Late Afternoon”
     by Jason Shinder (1955- )

The warm air makes us
        from the way

we are.
    We go deep
        in the long grasses and ferns

at the edge
    of an open field.
        Is it knowing

what to do
    with the long-stemmed lilac
        that counts?

It’s dark.
    Or it will be.
        Some trees perfectly still,

which only this morning
    thrashed about
        in a storm.

Your hand
    has found mine.
        Have we ever arrived

in the arms of someone
    who wasn’t lost
         from the start?

-from Among Women