here you are
the same
tho something more
(than then)
grown restless
where the truth was (hid)
some green
was growing purple when
the road was new
a ribbon
spooled into the black

we dreamed in shifts
all we had
rolled upon our back
we’d find the rest
with plans to
change the world (someday)
would give them more
than they imagined
(more than we could say)

we traced the webs
between the stars
counted stones and steps
fourteen hundred thirty two
before the sun was dry
most nights
was not another there
silent but for tears
(the crickets cried)
 
for days we walked
forgotten
by the need to speak –
language came undone
in circles
(never missed)

your boots were old
before we ever started
(did we choose)
but fit you like the grey
beneath your brow

a crooked smile
broke my compass
(every time)
would take your hand
and wade into
unknowing
rivers cold as blue
washed my name away

time was nothing (more)
than one direction
how far to the nearest
feather bed –
a postcard held the world
in little pieces
the rest could see
(not enough to understand)
more we wouldn’t give

the universe
was waiting us
though sworn to never tell
lies beneath a postmark
four days old