seasons change
and when they do, swiftly
suddenly
to look behind and find it gone
the thing that we thought would last forever
to look above and see it fall
the thing that we thought would never come
so real,
the shiver of the wind.
the papery skin.
the texture of my hair changing.
i cannot be a body
existing separate from a shifting season.
i carry sunburns into the autumn
then watch it descend like a sheet
your dreams will land before your eyes, baby
in a way you won't be able to deny
from the top floor of the library i say, -
hello, wife.
you are beautiful and lovely.
i love the places you travel to in your sleep.
i love the spaces you create with your night eyes.
i love the spaces you create with your day words.
you are brave.
walking to the coffee shop in the afternoon and i say,
hello, husband.
hear the children prophesy over you.
hear the men calling you up.
hear the lost finding a voice in your pain.
hear your Maker and your woman calling to the deep.
you are deep.
driving past the industrial park i wonder
the people i will meet and when
the words that will come through my mouth
from yours to theirs
"everything that is hidden will be exposed
and everything that is illuminated becomes a light."
glow,glow,glow,glow,glow