POETRY: The Conversation

Everything

Depends on

That next word

To escape your lips.

Will it be

Gentle

Water dripping from a leaf

In a warm rain shower

Or will it be

Vengeful

Wind hurling limbs and leaves

From the burly tree on the hill

Born before the old ones’

Stories could ever begin.

All that rain

All that wind

Led us here, to this moment

And what happens next.