Maybe it’s how long I’ve gone without being held. With such bravado I held my head up and took sure strides across that gorged bridge! You should have seen the way my eyes were watching the sky, like it was watching me back. I paraded on with such certain peace that I could never have retraced my steps.
I dreamt of you. Sitting on mossy logs, blurred by human figure. I know the way you smiled at me, behind my eyes, sweetly. You sat down across from me, hood pulled over your ears.
Are you real?
I was so sure that I was speaking out loud. So sure that I was awake. With no idea how I had gotten to that place, blindly accepting that maybe I just started paying attention, started feeling human, when you showed up.
PLUTO BLOOMING 