bamboo wind chime

It hangs now on the doorstep,
this bamboo wind chime with wind
making sounds of water.

It makes a different pottering 
from the rain taking its slow time
this morning.  There is enough

natural light for a day the colour
of clouded glass.  We do 
not take a walk.  We take

patience and leaves of paper 
rubble we call life.  Or the idea of it:
a meeting under a tree,

an afternoon tea, a conversation
like you and I have
all the time in the world.