Concentrating, I pushed the screen wide 
squinting at my hands. Felt June’s wet breath 

blow over me from behind, 
a weightless stroke along my length. 

All those years, wiped clean; regrets 
dissolved.        and not a thing to fear. 

A sigh of perfume, off the vanished night—
at once alive, full-blown, no time to think.  

No time.       and nearly 
came apart as well, to float up 

where some liquid-throated warbler sang 
generously of new summer’s shade. 

If I’d known how to hold it 
I’d be kneeling there now.