the gentle work is finished

the granite slows my pace

month passes in an instant

summer’s here to stay

you’re a sheepdog

an electric fence

and a little too scared of silence

I’m a creek bed, and a cold hand

and a lifelong friend

but I’m keeping myself

distracted

and you’re keeping yourself

distracted

in the north field

midnight’s a fever dream

august reveals

ibis and evergreen

following the full moon

in the light of day

follow if you want to

and we don’t have to say

a word

let the light steal

across the shallow creek

shadows conceal

a home inside the reeds

what was the point of

all this dreaming?

tell me marie

are you content to

keep believing

that you broke free?

did you stay there while

I kept asking

where you could be?

is it a comfort that

we’re past it?

in the north field

midnight’s a fever dream