Staring

At dinner, I stopped and stared at you. The way an ant stares at a blade of grass Or a heathen at a temple And the way a child lays on a carpet in front of cartoons on tv Staring Or how the moon needs the earth but can only stare. The waiter kept walking away Like a bee above a blooming array And how a meadow looks at snow Wondering when The river will fill it again And make it green Like your eyes Staring at my blue. Our eyes are soldiers in a field of grass Bending each blade with our walk Staring like the face of a rock Below a mountaintop. Like a branch and its peach Our love seems out of reach. I wish you’d cry your green into my blue That’s how much I’m staring at you.