Grassblades Poem by gregory collins

When you are between my thumbs
and i step into the shade of a tree and face east
and wonder about how the end of the world really will be
how only the sound of this page is what i have lived through
light not always wrong even when we hold her down

even when no one is looking
and we remember the time before birth
the time when centuries try not to cry too much
a time that will be generous yet difficult for us all
as i never started belonging to you until i heard the laughter from within

when i looked at photographs of my birthplace
and all the other voices no one else can see
and wondered would i ever sleep again inside another afternoon of boyhood there
where my only refuge from long ago is making promises and they must all be for you
because i am only breathing hard after running after your angel for about a mile or so

i am only dreaming about a sky so low there is a comet lighting candles
and morning is like your eyes with crews of gardeners everywhere
because no dream will reach heaven forgetting all that has been
and i want to catch sunlight where she is always on my mind
i want to find out what it takes to get right to the heart