Missed connections

You were the cat curled in a geometric circle on the carpet next to still glowing of the woodstove.
I was the dog barking and straining her leash from the street outside.

You were that newspaper article on the table at my dentist's office with the dancing girls on the picture.
I was the goldfish trapped in the tank with my mouth hanging open.

You were the sweet and sticky smell of pine needles in the Adirondack summer.
I was the sun, stretching my rays towards you, slowing my path through the sky to spend just a few more minutes with you.

You were a single sparking grain of sand in the Sahara.
I was an innocent breeze turned hurricane, destroying villiages to find you.