Every day we look in her eyes and call her to our side.
Every night we cuddle up into little melon balls and slide
between her ways and inside her minds as best we can
asking for friendship and anything that might stand
through the waves and the gibbers that toss and turn
through the quicksilver, moon-eyed, dark-soot night.
When but a lad running on the beach, footprints damp
and filling with water, fingers soft with light and sand,
I caught you in my arms, and held you close to my chest
thin and tanned with the salt in the air full of zest.
I know who you are
and I’m here to report
I know what you love
and I’m here to agree
I know what you see
up there from above
and I’m here to shove
aside all that would