remember the
feel of grass blown against lean
thighs, hot scent of dirt.
i remember each
breath we breathed of each other’s
under the blanket.
i remember you
and wonder who am I, who
am I now: pale, lost.
i remember language
of seasons, timber cracking
of cold, rivers sighing.
now I have nothing.
no one now knows the thread counts
woven together,
breath of one wind, our
beat of one old earth heart, one
longing cloud’s soft moan …
i remember when
i belonged against the earth,
brown and dusty.
orphan poems 