it gets cold in the desert at night
i think of you often
as the fierce wind dances in the sun
there is so much i should say
but you already know
and i'm the kind of tired that comes from being outside
we talked today about possession, cannibalism, power
there is no present without the shadow of memory
raspberries
and scarves in june
salt from oceans far away
i tried to be perfect
full moon birthday (you can see it in my eyes)
and a solstice sunset
mysteries and the value of questions
you say i'm a dreamer...
sometimes a greasy monkey,
the force of wishes can nearly knock me off my feet
i walk
i sit
i listen
i watch
i take
i should probably stop waiting,
but first i must sleep
