A change in your voice was all that I heard. A quaverin' breath, a pause an a word. . A shadow that suddenly covered my eyes. A ripplin' water, quite smooth otherwise.
Welcome this is a farmhouse. We have cluster flies alas. And this time of year is bad. We are so very sorry. There is little we can do but swat them. .
If time were only part of the equation. Then you could draw the boundaries of our cage. You wouldn't pile another stone upon me. And I'd be happy just to watch you age.