you see
there you are in the last
thoughts of the night
and the first in the morning
there you are even before the light
penetrates my eyes
I should probably think
of something else
of art or god
but there you are
in my mind's embrace
I want to say something
meaningful
something that will take you straight to me
I have a pocket full of words
wanting to be written
that you already know
there just needs to be
a little courage
I think of a metaphor
of a seed or a sapling
to some unknown citrus variety
someday maybe blood oranges
or perhaps there won't be enough water
or enough sunshine
or perhaps too much
someone out there is on
a jackhammer
thinking of a lover lost and found
someone driving truck
for days and days
thinking of a lover coming and going
and here I am
watching the sun track across the sky
thinking of you
listening to the sound of the hammer