Photo by Hannah Ustun
Written by Emily Harris
I think that perhaps I waited
in Someplace before the rain and songs
while the sun taught me how to travel –
how to reach from Someplace to Yourplace
(with the sun, I lingered and watched).
I waited for your patient longing
to be a strong enough pull –
a sorrow so profound
to draw me shinning from the sun.
When I saw the dust of your yearning
lit up by my master’s rays,
I fled from Someplace –
Overcoming the impossible,
I found the spaces between raindrops
and the pockets amid sound
so that your ache could be extinguished
by my presence in your womb.