— a golden shovel, after Sonia Sanchez
i am simply a place, & my love,
you will find me between
birch trees & tomorrow. cirrus
clouds wisp above & i wonder—is
the opposite of speech
a deciduous forest? a nowhere &
everywhere, like breath
without words? loving
you is all of the above. you
are the middle of night & the night is
how i hold memories. i am a
harbor where you’ll always belong,
a verdant home beside a river,
wildflowers overrunning.