Your Gift Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

keeping track of time while
emotionally configuring a
response to it meant I missed
the window where I may have
weighed what the future is

needless to say what I lost
has been repaid in a show of
largesse out of proportion to
promises and no calculable
deficit in quality received

but I still need to discern how
it fills your being with a glow
of contentment which evades
me; I have no way of knowing
what I am seeing

was that your gift to me?
© 7 December 2009, I. D. Carswell