just because i have time

i spent the day outside today, since sunrise,
walking and carrying books, house numbers running through my head
like a meditation.

faces with no words.
emotion with no words.

walk, walk and carry, stand up straight,
lift with the core, hide from the hail and
feet wet in puddles.
now
it's off with the bra and on with the fur coat.
my warmest clean socks have a hole 3 toes big.
suddenly i hear the wind.

the sky becomes a darker shade of white.

"the greater pull of what you really love"--

i could be more specific.  and i might,

just like they taught me to-- if i can shove

the colours each to one side of the box,

say this is a red square, it measures two

and two-tenths inches when the sides are locked:

it is a perfect shape, and orange is for you,

and green was once my favourite, and blue

is the wrong rhyme in the wrong place.  so no,

i can't be more specific as of yet.

plus you're not orange, more like deep maroon

that fades to purple.  little glints of light.

it's time for patterns now.  i've got to build

some structure.  i'd be happy with a tent

of bedsheets in the corner of a room,

houseplants like ivy, music playing low.

my wrists are sore.  where the sun went, i go.