meet me, somewhere. anywhere. just not here.

And you can find me
collapsed to my knees
with my hands pressed together


eyes closed
under the whetted sky
in the fields where the sun dries
water from the lilies
lilac between my hands

the bristles sticking to my clothes
i am removed
just for a moment.

i pause when the wind subsides
and look about the open land
where my mother was raised
and i sweat the fear of his wrath

under no influence
clearly i see you
with your arms stretched out

you lay your hands on mine
and we kneel
together

and we pray.





that the sun will go away.



and we


wait.