Harvest Grain

Harvest Grain

There is a growing certainty in me that we will be a we

This is not normal or ordinary or average or complex

To comprehend that in all cliché’s there is part of me

That craves you like a counter weight impressed upon

A space in me that has been vacant for longer than memory

And this stress of abandonment will dwindle and drain away

From these wet clothes I have been wearing to allow for the

Warmth of my trust in you that these garments are appropriate

I am not an embarrassment lurking to shuffle to the side

With an explanation for what I am not to you,

To you addressing your friends and family and all those

That knew you before me, that I am that which fills

These reciprocal spaces in you that have sat there like

Wheat fields awaiting a harvest for an overload of seasons

Staring at you I find the sickle to the grindstone to the hearth

To change the form of your stores produced from the crop of your plans

Like a meal and a bounty and bread baked on my counting

Of each kernel and each piece was there like a gift waiting

For me to recognize the simplicity and complexity in all its necessity

To you and this world and the we will be