Coup de Foudre
They told me, if you’re camping and it’s raining,
to never touch the fabric of the tent
inside: they said it breaks the seal, explaining
that any person so improvident
as to commit the camper’s cardinal sin
and not to worry where his digit went
would link the liquids: rain would trickle in.
A lawyer now, I know just what they meant.
You have a client, and you feel, you care.
She trusts you with her secrets, which you share.
At first you’re formal: gradually, you warm.
Today you notice how she wears her hair:
you take her hand, to help her on the stair:
you’ve touched the canvas – now endure the storm.
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