I feel the realness of an earth unfolding
Steam rises into bright white sky
And sweat beads and drips down my back –
off my nose.
The hands stuck, sinking
Getting closer to the moist dust of the universe
The muck of the mess we’ve left behind.
But, with eyes closed,
I can only see your caring face.
Shin deep you pull me up
and out of soggy life’s bottom
Hands freed, I hold you
touching neck and waist
beads of steam reflect off your wild hair
wind blows away and away and away
And together with wishes
Hoping for an end of the epoch of mud
the clouds float over uncaring.
There may be rain at some point,
smiling. stained. breathing.