You and I
You are a warm front
that moved in from the north,
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts,
a garden in the air, a golden filament
inscribed with the name of God's hunting dog,
a magic heirloom mistaken for a feather duster,
a fountain in a cow pasture,
an anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, a dollar in the pocket
of a winter coat in summer.
And I am the discoverer of you.
Jonathan Potter
Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
"You and I" by Jonathan Potter, from House of Words.
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