It was somewhere between
the time that his left foot pushed off the lower step
and his right foot landed on the next step
that she came around the corner
and she caught sight of him.
It was raining
and they were both running.
He was running up the stairs toward shelter
and she was running after him.
They had been chasing each other
for the last five months—
he walking her home,
she buying him a favorite book,
she holding the look an extra moment,
he holding an embrace a little too long,
and both of them afraid of all this.
She was still going to marry another man in March
and when she saw
man in mid-air between two stairs
she suddenly saw herself as she had been
these five months: running for shelter.
And she saw herself as she was now:
somewhere between two steps.
And before he returned to earth,
his right foot hitting the concrete,
she had stopped running to watch him leave her.
When he was out of sight, she turned and ran for home.