Reach

Calling back.

Look far into the desert, they told us. What do you see? 

Nothing, we answered. Good, they said. That is your reflection.

We lifted arms at sunrise, like Don’t shoot! like a toddler’s Up!

each body a V like flocked birds, flying back to earth.

Mind like a river, draw me to your bed. 

Still this here.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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