Possible Valentine

I could drive over there

And walk around the pond 

I could rest in a ramada

And write a new story down

I could watch the children

Playing on the other side

The cyclists whirring past

Dodging dogs a little man

Teaching his daughter how to fish

Or I could draw a few pictures in my mind

Of something that happened to me long ago

Running them forwards and backwards

Until they dissolve into the silence

Of the pond and the stone fly up

Out of the water into my hand

And the whole world unwind