i imagine what colin is thinking   what

he is seeing   as he walks the row of vines

his level of concentration seems so deep

what is it that he sees and hears that

so holds his attention   what is it that he

knows that i do not   when i ask him

he makes sense   i can understand the

connection he feels with the earth   how

the work is absorbing   how he is solving

problems   looking for the elegant solution

yet   i think there is something he isn't

telling me   or   perhaps   himself   why put

your head down   as he does   when there

is a whole wide world to be seen

~

then i think of georgeann   and if not that

then something of equal weight   who 

knows why   and what business is it

of mine that he finds solace or gain or

beauty in his work   in that way i envy him   

he embodies grace   his physicality

and his psyche seem to work as one

and still waters may run deep   i see him 

out there bent to his task and i am filled

with so many emotions   all revolving

around love   he appears lonely   and maybe

it is my selfishness that his appearance

of loneliness weighs on me   i worry for

my sake not his   appearances may deceive