Poetry

Stay here. Take a walk and watch / our steps fall into synchrony like an old dance / we used to know better than our own names.

I walk downstairs and you are not there.

when sunlight hits foggy glass just right

prints reveal themselves, oil smeared into smiling faces

My body, mind, and soul are a solar system

Made up of hundreds of moons, millions of asteroids, and a multitude of planets

The depth of my composition largely unexplored

The sky is pale blue closer to the ragged spines of the outcroppings

Do you see me as I see myself in your reflection?

Looking down on your water that coats my skin a color I share with all 

Years and years ago 

Do you recognize me as your own?

What do you do when you’re sad?

I stand tall. 

I become like a tree: 

I plead and prod

For the answers to your hurt.

I wait, which is to say I wilt.

my grandfather knows trees

like I know the bark of his calloused hands

their leaves, their roots, their flowers

We all know what happens to the body when it reaches the end of life.