If I feel like I’m drying out
you’re drying out too.
When I rain – I rain on you.
when soil falls all around you.
No hug can hold
a cut-down tree.
One thing is left to do:
root
deeper.
Throw your roots all over
and hold it all together
forgive the wind forgive the inaction
make yourself a tool for recreation.
If you revive, so do I.
If you start to photosynthesize, everything
will be green and so will I.
Haven’t you seen the lianas
hanging from my nails?
They’re reaching out for soil
and so am I. I’m reaching out for soil
to plant me feed me be the
cathedral of future kisses
– let me be a creek.
Haven’t you seen the constellation
of stones opening the way into my iris?
You won’t drown there is no risk for falling
if you’re together drop and jump, fish and motion
that’s what I want: be one with water that runs
If only I was less human and more rain
less flesh and more flight
I wouldn’t have feared wing flutters
I could have run down rivers bloodless
but I cannot and so I stop
I breath I thank and bow
to what’s greater than me
and makes me great because
vulnerable.
I am not young. The water I cry
landed on this once incandescent rock
way before the gift of laughter
way before a timeline was invented
way before me and you was even a distinction
there is no boundary nor definition
if I dry out, you dry out too
and when I rain I rain on you.
