LOWWAYS

all that we've been through.

and aching, cling to you

no divide in your eyes.

find me finding your love

as you make the lowways high and the highways low

beholding as in a mirror.

locked with mine.

I am, you say,

easier to belong than to beloved.

you know.

turn your eyes from me -

but wash not just my feet, but my head and hands, too.

the african holds a heart in a jar

and before the congregation, behold

"you don't know what this is."

the organ with its own memory, its own nervous system,

its own knowing of you.

absorb me.

asleep i say

tossing like the tide

that all i want, all i've ever wanted,

is you.