as a child
I wander my young eyes
over hills in the greening
back roads
my love is the sun
how it shone

with the river around me
a breeze through these broken
fence posts,
the water, my home
how it grows, how it grows

like a hope told in silence
the sky is an opening breath
to my hazy goodbyes
and the love I have tucked
in your chest
in your hands
in your eyes.

will you say from the forest
"I kept all your
night cries and hid them in the moss
mixed your heartbeat with bird calls
and named your life a draw"?
or will I still find home
a blue shard in my arm
torn loose like a tooth from
the sand?