The Ravine

It’s the kind of thing that I have passed through once or twice or maybe three times. Well, more than that. If I am not in it now, I know it’s around, just over there, past the tree line.

If only I knew how to get there from here. It is a hot summer day. The water shines and I see my shadow. I’m flying, I can’t believe it, I’m flying.

I’m above the whole thing.

Light moves across my face.

I want someone to wait the whole night to speak, just to whisper in my ear that they can take me there.

I put my head under the water. I wonder if you are watching my body. I think about taking your clothes off. I think natural, be slow, be quiet. Just think about what is happening right now. I have to remind myself this, over and over.

When it’s done and the world is dark I walk home stumbling. And it feels good to not want anything, I say it to the sky. I can’t lie anymore, I’m past it. When I’m flying I’m flying and when I’m down here I’m stumbling home, right next to the water, right under the stars.