I have never felt this way before
the tremble stem feeble
and seeking breath
with the heart pooled in
places oozing the names
of the ones passing through
when the light hits our faces
we become whole
possessions for the dawn
whose cool coyote hum
kicks the colossal promise
open
add this day here
to the leaves in your back yard
to your “hurry home
the rain is coming soon”
you do all of the hard work
a type of prayer
locked into the space between us
Doesn’t arriving sometimes feel just like leaving?
the one’s you’ve loved
on the shore line
gazing
at light within
the gaze
lost, forgetting what came before,
hesitant lovers
closing the circle from inside
this time.
