mervin

I have this vision and it is of a bright day,
Spider web lace holds up the corners of the sky.
The path is muddy you are barefoot and we are walking.
I hear birds in chorus, I hear water.

The stream is cold,
the great stones are warm in the sun.
You undress and I am watching from the corner of my eye.
You grace the sunlight.

I have this vision:
you are holding a full bowl
and we eat from it
I am holding a cup and we drink.

Now comes the long moment,
in a tent like the sea I reach out to you.
I touch your back, it is all goose flesh,
then I am gone spinning down some dark wave.

Now comes the long moment,
It stretches up one path and down another.
It encompasses:
the open mouth
the open arms,
and even the full moon and stars that you did not see.

Now comes the long moment,
You lift your foot and bring it down again on the road.
I can hear the highway.
Asphalt way dividing and intersecting,
the birdsong,
the web,
the rock,
the stream.

I have this vision:
the bowl is empty.

This is the long moment.