minute in detail, by turns sharp and smooth--
i crawled after your shadow.
i was glad to grovel
in the day's sun, which was gray, almost,
in your presence.
i had been tight within myself
always, tight as a seed.
but a hand reached out
of that fiery, turgid depth.
it was a shaken and pale shoot
and it was mine.
i looked at it. it plunged into
the presence of you as if
into water.
look at the cracks in that road.
palpable almost to the eye
in your light, that blue shadow
edged so deep.
like my joy.
watch this hand shake,
with those deep eyes, watch
how you
unfurl me.