I was on the equator
arm gripped over the side I held on,
with my smile
A lantern in both hands
walking past farmers at day,
one,
soothing a flower and singing sweet hymn
My quest I forgot and sang along
in the aisles of her song,
she didn't look my way.
Picking up my candle
feet resigned to the orange sun
heat filled my head
but my shoulders remember
her sweet hours picked