the meadow

We went out to the meadow

Our city shoes sinking in the mud

Our fights and arguments of the past weeks

Hung threatening above like the roiling dark clouds

Full of the weight of tears yet to be shed

But instead of collapsing, breaking

The whole world waited, breathless

In crystalline stillness

Pressed like petals between the pages

Frozen between the marbled blush of rose quartz skies

For the glow of the weekend

To fade past the glass stillness of the lake

Held captive by your camera lens

Until a ripple of rain

Brought shimmering life to the water’s mirrored surface

And ruined your perfect picture