We were walking
along the edge...

I moved like a ship
on the water...

I see You, God
when i'm outside...

I feel it still,
pulsing...

I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...

Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

I feel the rain
and I wonder...

I am scared of being
diminished...

In the glimmer
of the sun before...

I run
too quickly...

I thought I was
safe...

There are only
so many pieces...