They're called thin places–
these spots where Heaven &
Earth almost touch.
We had such a moment at
the zoo when it started
to rain & we sought cover
underneath some weeping willows,
next to the flamingo den.
All these pink, Harryhausen-ish,
swizzle sticks kept hop-scotching thru
the storm, & we huddled against
the wet.
If we had been dating longer,
I'd have proposed.
Instead, that happened in
a far less auspicious setting,
with you jack-hammering fingers
on this very resilient pimple
on my neck.