it happens all the time

this is quite a beautiful poem, by marie howe:

"You think this happened only once and long ago?
Think of a summer night and someone
talking across the water,

maybe someone

you loved in a boat, rowing, And you could
hear the oars dripping in the water, from
half a lake away, and they were far and
close at once. You didn't need to touch them
or call to them or talk about it later.
-the sky? It was what you breathed. The lake?
sky that fell as rain. I have been like you
filled with worry, worry - then relief.
You know the wind is sky moving. It happens all the time."