stretch me out
let me extend
one arm a rigid dial
to measure the sun's escape
flat curve of my skin
the palette to a shadow's colouring

in slate we wait
and gather the dirt
where I will build a cool garden
and the etch of leaf
will echo the branch of our limbs

you are every hour

become to me in absence
a quiet surflike roar
lengthening along my bones
of thunder holding the horizon
but never a future of rising up
to look where I'm headed

under a canopy soar
where these seeds fell
grains between our hands
lone plants push the dirt aside
seek the fresh taste of surface air
even untended we are still entangled