and back into the depths of the shallows
of my life before you
i feel the force of your love beckoning me
i recall so vividly
what i could not see until i was far away from you
in another place, the spin cycle of a washing machine life i know now
that part of my soul that america has muted
was heard by you, turned up! and validated into being
for the beings there live the way
i was created to
feel most myself in.
this life of people and simplicity and trash in the streets and lawns and love.
you are grasped in my open palm