she walks too

Today went for a walk, not a run, a walk.

Not only this, but a slow, invasive, meandering, consuming, walk.

I saw two dachsunds a pomerainian, and a mutt that looked like a sheep dog.

Some peices of blocked styrofoam underneath black plastic and tied, they were massive, monolithic really, in the sun they reminded me of mecca. I wanted to circle them in prayer, and imagine something beautiful and sacred was in it. Maybe the corpse of a june bug, or dried hydrangeas, Your skin, or your eyes, or your touch. I could think on these things for hours.

And the pavement looked like you, course, unrefined, everlasting, illuminated.

And the wind blew past me, and through me, like a great wave, and almost enveloped me, but devoured me it did not.

And when it grazed past my cheek, I imagined it was you. In some strange suspended reality where it would be okay.

Then we found a trampoline, and we used it, and each time my stomach flipped reaching the heighth of each bound and recoiled only to be brought up again so high, I knew it like i knew you, In some small world where we can be.

And when i returned home and brushed the tangles from my curls and slid my fingers from root to tip, I imagined it was you again, In some strange place where you can touch me.