we are messy
creatures who share
what our heart desires
and the wounds from it
never believing
they are enough 
or
perhaps too much
to find a way
home to the common
creature comfort
through sharing
what we all know
already 
trying to convince
even ourselves
this time will be
when we get it right
knowing too
hearts are never quite
right like that
and thankfully
now, today
just
so

in the basement
colored corridors
house artifacts
meaningless to most
yet from each
collected to me
a story and a gift
that has made me
so much more than me
in currencies 
only exchangeable
one heart to another
nobody else
can exactly know
sometimes
even myself

closing my eyes
to inhabit nothing
except my body
i remember sometimes
how i felt before
everything brought me
now to here where i
am closing my eyes
inhabiting nothing
except memories
floating like distance
clouds i inhabited
soft nerves woven
through muscle, skin
wandering the world
   imagining you
and trying to be, me

i won't be coming in
from the rain next time
the clouds arrive
covering us in gloom
with the cool waters
   falling out
   held
   so long
as the grass dried brown
beneath us fuel for fire
each day checking the sky
that incessant clear blue
binding us in heat
i won't be coming in
next time from the rain
until dust is washed away
or green beneath the crust
gives meaning back to day