Wait

for Jenny

 
Wait

I’ve felt this way before

I know the depth

and texture under these worn feet
 

I know that one day I will be the earth

and the father;

our soil heaving and cracking

torn asunder
 

as we reach, clumsily

over our own roots,

rustling our tongues 

in answer
 

The wind, the birds

recalling our agony

until I kiss your mouth,

more like a flower
 

and I am a child

suckling in its innocence,

rekindling a secret

worth this impassioned stillness

 
Wait

I am coming with you