two

we’re in the weeds again

you lead and i follow

winding through bushels of bees in the valley

and i’m scared of those

but you know exactly where to go

up high or below

and you lead me home

we’re walking to the tennis courts

it’s dark

come on you say let’s go you say

we’re going to be late!

you brought the horizon with you in a pouch

papers and little tools to help put it together

so we put it together

and you lead me high

but i go low

head on the pavement, thinking

i’m confused again

i don’t know what i want, or if i want it at all

but i’m scared i’ll fall down on the pavement again

while you’re up there

and when i’m down i feel your eyes on me

loving, and attentive

it doesn’t hurt

but i don’t know what to do with my hands,

or where to put them

so put them on me,

and bring me back up