Waiting for her

for Penny

Shadow, you have not yours yet

In the twilight in which you dwell

Boundaryless, all things are all things

Your leaking self included

Lightless, you are a weight but you are not yet a solid

Love will breathe you out and look:

All is waiting for you, we’ve laid out a picnic of a world

It’s all shifting leaflight

Summer mornings stretching into long afternoons

Now the days ripen like soft plums

On mornings like this you don’t come, you don’t come.

There’s nothing to do but wait

Yesterdays fold up like paper, yesterday your mother sat on our veranda

Everyone leaning towards the fact of you, the improbable likeliness

That soon you’ll be here, though you are here. The cicadas were singing.

Believe in yourself and we will believe you

Once the shape of you takes shape

Rolling like rain

New to the form life takes.