i keep seein you in these land dreams i been havin,
long stacks of ancient lumber one-armed over your back,
overalled and barechested,
sweatin through knee-high grass
and layers of time.
we always drippin music,
you an me:
thick as southern louisiana summers
and gawd’s own breath
your universal heart
stops me
~ in time soft swollen and capsuled ~
when i look up from the garden
or over from the clothesline
or through the boil pot’s vaporous veil.
and in these dreams,
we always make eye contact
and never talk
~ outside those timeless sideways smiles ~
because our knowin
is enough.
…
i hear our loved and family workin this land, too,
laughin and makin music and food,
fixin and creatin needful things…
and there are more,
more of us
that i sense but
can’t
yet
see.
we are building
in these dreams…
we’re buildin so determined
~ so all together ~
we’re buildin with such Love and Intent
because the others…
lawd, the others
we’re buildin ’cause the others are already
on their way.
