I remember
running across fields
with my arms out
like a plane
and leaping over
rocks,
or stumbling,
a fall.
I remember
singing across meadows
with my arms out
like a bird
and looking at
you nod
your head with
me as you
poke a stick into
the ground.

And that pink line

is in the sky again.
and there are

splinters in my hands.

and all I want to do is dig in dirt with you
again.

I'd run across all of the acres of the Callahans to be with you again.