Startling, this body-bump of asterisks finding its way.
My fingers tapping & unclenching.
Finding something beautiful, like a marble or a map of hours.
Sand draining its throat down a glass funnel.
God breathing in my ear, stirring its bronze hairs.
I had found the unlocked fence.
I was carried across the backs of beaded prayers.
Twined hands & patterned feet.
The way you said I might jump.
The way my feet found the toppled redwood.
Its swollen heart & my vibrato face.
The way a river took me in its arms, passed me from stone to stone.
How I tried to love the slick green moss.
The pine wheel that turned & trampled me.
The way you found me there.
You could have been anyone.
The way you took my elbow with your river-hands.
The way you brushed among my naked body.
The way I never said no.
How easily the forest stepped over itself, a twiggy ballerina w/ scabbed knees & halo of fur.
How I lifted my skin from its webs.
The crimped legs of feasting insects. The way
I drew God with shaking fingers, all crooked lines & hemispheres.
How the mild day shone.
How easily I laid myself down among the shaggy river stones.
How they called my name, how they bit my face w/ love.