it's funny

the hunts - make this leap

it's funny - how things look over your shoulder.

i run like the breath of heaven through the trees.

over the road, where the oak brush grows heavy and warm.

past the gate, where the locust curls around the logs.

beyond the path to the hidden places, where the ghosts of summer forgot to die.

i hear your voice in the growing light

laughing

and i remember so many things that suddenly

i am so happy i cannot remember being sad

and there is no metaphor in the world to make up for it.

--

i jolt awake.

the walls are all dressed in moonlit cream tonight, in silky patterns made of darkness,

and it's too late for little girls to be awake.

but i look back at you over my shoulder,

and you wave to me.

i know you are saying goodbye, and i know that i am finally ready

for this

to end.

it is completely silent

and i feel so completely Loved that suddenly

i am so happy i cannot remember being sad.

and there is no metaphor in the world to make up for it.

it's funny.

how things look over your shoulder.

xx