Washington, the Evergreen State

I want to sit,

And be silent,

With you. More than anything,

With you.

I want the wood of the house to breathe,

In line with our breathing.

I want to mark time by the rising and falling

Of your chest.

I yearn for that evidence of another world

That you brought to me

Like so many precious things.

You are such a precious thing.

I want to meet a child,

Who has run ahead of his parents,

Chasing a creek under grateful shade,

And I want to tell him of the love of this world,

Using you as an example.

I want my first reaction when I wake,

To be to reach for you.

I want my first reaction deep in the night,

To be to reach for you.

I like that I always reach.

Listen: Cherish the people

That make time utterly irrelevant.