You have named me, and now I cannot keep silent.
A letter, a scent, a departure.
This is all it took for you to remember.
Through me, this song moves out and over,
adjusting to shoulders and hips.
In your naming I have found a new
hollowed-out landscape in which to place
budding wings, attach them to my feet, and
in a singular breath begin to feel lighter and lighter.
I am your red dawn hardening with texture
as though your own fingers have grazed
and slid throughout its thick color, like a
child with paint and empty white paper.
The places in which I have already been,
I cannot retrace. Together, a vision seen
through only one set of eyes, now enlarged
by whole experience. In this name you have
made me known, you have seen beyond eyeless
centuries, given to me a hand in which we
barley have touched finger to finger
through endless spaces.