what i had taken for a path
you knew to be home
your long striped road of a body
coiled in last year’s leaves
poised for whatever the first
day of spring might bring
to a hill scarred and scoured
by centuries of exploitation
i study your legless stance
you gaze off to the north
your tongue flickering
i hold out marshmallow hands
show me how to inhabit
one thought at a time
even if i cannot simply
crawl out of an old skin
i could hone my cravings
till they’re small and sharp
Oh, this is grand. Thank you.