never miss.

let’s do nothing. what, are you going to take

off? do you expect me to do this? i don’t see

your perspective.

crossed, crossed, nothing but crossed!

it’s okay though. words run

away like time runs

across a moon & sun-sketched sky.

and slowly they shoot by: the brilliant

comment, the glimmering word—hi, i

hope…

i need help. i tried. is this a good start?

back and better than ever.

if i could give you any gift, i would give you

time

to follow every way your heart points—

time

to let the words dance on your gut,

to purse at the weeds prettier than flowers,

to trace the reflection of a twinkling map,

twig in hand, & tap the constellation’s seed;

time

to understand that this is you,

that your oscillations brush every star.

when will we be back?

i don’t know. i wish we were.

so, for now, ripple, run,

shoot, shine, & know you will