Under You

In class while observing palpation exams
I sneak into this page. It is a cool glen,
a harp of leaves.

Inside of me is the wound of your being sick
and my fear of losing you.

I could lay down like an injured animal,
wild and noiseless, but you are the animal
in this story.

I will be your glen,

the warming light falling around you,
the air that greets your life.

the sounds,
the cool dark,
the earth's hands under you.



for Charlotte

October 27, 2009