To see the moon light up the mountainof my breast, to feel the stars move
across my thigh, to read my fate in every single
sunset– to feel God in all that red and gold,
to hear seals bark below the pier, to walk
beneath the rim of passing cloud, to hear
the roar of waves at shore, to feel
the awe and sorrow mingle, to think of
winters come and gone, to think
of us alone together in the ground,
to feel that lazy decomposing, to sense
that we and all, then earth, erased
by snow, to know the stellar streams will drink
the details we so love, to view it all
in twisted figures moving through my room, to know
this truth will not be buried, its roots will grow
more eyes, more ears that always know.
