Come as gentle
as the rain
that fell last week.

Tiptoe on percussion.
Dance on the handpan.
Send the smallest sound wave.

You might be invited.
Stay for a minute.
She may show you

the brown moss 
hidden in the dirt,
clever hollow capsules.

Sit in the loam.
Watch the earthworms.
She won’t ask

for salvation.
She may reach
for your hand.