On the nearby roadside
Where the earth folds in like buckets for retiring rain,
I’ve thrown away all my pain.
It wasn’t mine but it said it was,
Claimed me and clamored and barked.
It wasn’t mine but it had followed me
Down every street, mouthing the words
Of surrendered destiny,
Misplacing me in fears that it adorned
But then, through the webs of mouthy shadows,
I saw finally Your shape.
Strong and sturdy,
Your broad heart.
I saw the outline of Your broad hands,
So quick for catching feet that slip.
I saw the strength of sound eyes,
The fierce quietness of a heart so confident
That it didn’t take words
To save me.