Greenhouse Roof

Greenhouse Roof

It was there in the aisle, 
to the right of the Orchids, 
the left of the cacti, and
directly in front of the palms,
that a thought became clear.
As I followed on his heels,
he was pushing the clattering cart
across the concrete floor,
and I watched him look around
with boyish wonder.
There was no specific reason
for such a thought to occur.
I was not contemplating matters.
Surely it had nothing to do
with the heady feeling
of embracing in the parking lot
to share a moment kissing,
so oblivious
to anyone around.
No...
But perhaps it may have been
how my heart leaped a bit
when he stooped to greet a small tree
as though speaking to a pet,
"Well look at YOU," he said,
and I felt the smile in my soul
reflect across my face.
Perhaps it was just the hot sun...
shining down through the greenhouse roof,
changing states of consciousness.
I only know
against that backdrop of peach and plum trees,
wheelbarrows,
ceramic planters,
and so many fragrant flowers...
I realized I could easily
and contentedly
do this
with him
for the remainder of my life...

K.M.Q.F.
6/19/14