Here

Here among the neophytes and the nephilim

The believers and betrayers nuns and naysayers

Among affirmations of time and no time

            With voices seen and nameless love

            Where angels cry and questions wait

            Where stars speak   waters sing   and earth ceases its spin

Here is where I wait for you

            Will you come in the dark without knowing

            Will you come with the wind brushing my hair

            Will you hum like giraffes in the night

            Will you come late with excuses   or early with whispers

Here is where I wait for you

            Will you be the dream never dreamed

            Will you come with what I need to hear

            Will you come with bells and bones, oceans and orishas

            Will you want me as I am   pretend my lips are yours

            Will you make the sun smile, the night jealous, the moon go mad

Here is where I wait for you

            Will I know your name

            Will the air close its fists tight around us

            Will you come with flowers or forests

            Will you bring all the pieces of you

            Will your brilliance hurt my eyes

            Will you walk with thunder, kiss me like rain

            Will you be the end of my beginnings   name the moments I’ve lost

            Will you come soft as baby’s breath, cotton picked by grandma’s hands,

                        like her skin before she died

            Will you come like barefoot fields and full bellies

            Will you come before I forget who I am,

                        before the last call, the first light of day

            Will you look for me or look like heaven

            Will you find me working late, working words,

                        or working like I’m worth it

Here is where I wait for you

            Will you come with expectations

            Will you come without guile, without words or language to understand

            Will you come soon ... or not at all