ELSEWHERE (BREAD-TH)

windswept you are.

my fingers swing out the window, hinging wrist.

layers of clouds,

I know which ones you'll ride on.

the scattered ones like our cliffs.

clouds that seem -- reachable --

rain tried to stop us, and lightning, 

but the roots of our mountains 

are at the bottom of the sea.

stormsoaked you are.

you stand at my door

and knock.

build me a room in your father's house.

tuck away with my family in the mountains and mesas.

admire streetside magnolias as they bloom.

admire brooke as she studies them on skin.

and where will we be when the sky shudders?

will the same stars fall on us?

will we spin in the rain

dance in time

apart, together?