with the chill of an april night in may,
we march out again to float above the river.
365 days dustier, our train tracks seem only to have magnified in magic…
so too has my aversion to such height-induced adrenaline,
but now we are we, and together we walk free.
clutching your expert hands I tread since-vanquished coals with care as if they still burned.
I follow your flippers, tracing your tracks and placing each velvet slipper on the rail behind yours.
someone else’s mother’s leather floats across the divide and I trail…
it seems 12 months time has erased my subtle cool completely, and I freeze.
please wake my feet that they may flee in tidy take off,
incite my knees that they may ensure a steady landing,
and oh please, leave my racing mind at peace that it may not tempt curious eyes to seek the water below.
a shaky leap and at last I meet you for the first and five hundredth time…
we turn to face a searing sky.
burning hearts pressed together,
now above the train tracks
over the river
5.24.16. written on a cool tuesday morning, dreaming of the past weekend…week…year…and all of the painted skies to come.