If a Moment

If a moment could stretch
into a day, a year, a lifetime,
let it be that moment in the orchard,
where the blue of your eyes
matched the blue of the sky,
and the red cheek of the apple matched
my smile, and we kissed and touched and
walked the whole length of the
row of trees hand in hand, and
the ground became the sky became the sun
became the invisible stars that look so much like
the pinpoints of light on the apple
I hold out to you in amazement.