some things must dance

so to measure motions of light in air
observing the green in and under trees
the sudden impact of the warming breeze
an afternoon that's turned from cool to fair
i sit back thoughtful too comfy in my chair
to simply note the thing another sees
whatever happens that one time to please
ending all harshness in my thought and care
those meanings that we give at every turn
the light that's caught within a simple frame
waves passing by almost outside our sight
for these things like an exile i must yearn
to reach out and give each breath a name
before the coming of another night