... you dreamed me as i dreamed him
in wool & shadows waiting
how does that work in the field between here and there?
do we belong?
the thing is
i am merely summers dust motes
weltering
belonging everywhere
and nowhere
indigo sparrows alighting between lunar moths
as marigolds bloom
i belong in the golden orange bloom of evermore
trembling green ...
just as i know where i am
i am lost
between the petaled folds with a taste of pennies & sky in my mouth
what is this place?
this plateau of change
one moment replete with vastness and the next
narrow
outlined in sorrow's gaberdine
time rushes unapologetically from branch to branch to sun beams of yesterday
trapped i am in this landscape of age & everything
golden
golden
wait for me there
