I’m on hands and knees 

Sketching your lips… 

Into the dry mud of this meadow.  
 

Wooden steps built here 

To cross over the old wetlands. 

Useless now. 

 
In the past 

We walked across 

This meadow 

When mist made trees rain. 

We were awkward 

Unsure  

About our balance 

About our steps 

Thankful for a rare dry patch. 

 
The path, in and around  

Here 

Brought us…closer 

To mountain views 

Sweet water springs 

Where thoughts became lucid… 

A lucidness 

That aligns the heart 

With blood & soul 

Shapeless, wordless. 

Now,  

This beauty, these lucid thoughts 

Lie hard beneath me 

I stand at the edge of the meadow 

As we had  

Realizing the wetlands are no more. 

We’ve misunderstood 

Each other, 

The land. 

I can only think about us. 

It is like 

We balance on stilts 

For no apparent reason 

Poking & prodding the earth 

Relinquishing the comfort 

We had with one another 

I’ve drawn your image into 

This dryness. 

Maybe it’ll last forever 

And all who come here anew 

Will see us, what we built 

What we created. 

What we loved about each other 

What we lost between us 

Those who see your image 

Will be lovers like us 

Who 

Run with the pack 

As we have ran 

Eat from desires 

Real & imagined. 

As we have eaten 

Look for the primary colors 

As we have painted them 

Upon brittle canvas