how was the world before our skin met?
was there glimmer? butterscotch .... the linger of mint?
did licorice pour from your veins into flannel pockets of mirth?
did icicles recite tales of the battle of Dunkirk?
did energy collide to form thundersnow?
did children laugh as they swung high to low?
however it works
wherever you go
the place where you are is home for my soul
whatever it means
across fields of time
the place where you are is home for my kind
so somewhere in California
beneath a sun with tongues of blue
I know that you love me
and my truth is you