I Hold Nothing

Your love

swells and pounds me.

I know nothing (now that I know you).

My face goes blank

My eyes go open gates

and the world can go (in them).

it can make us wealthy

and take away

so

I hold nothing (now that I hold you).

There's no place to spend our money where we live.

The generous world suggests we live generously

so we lay

under low wide branches

of the oldest tree on the dune,

or in the hay,

where we will stay for so long without moving

that the careful birds finally relax

and make black nests in your black hair

and find ants walking around my unmoving feet

and we will only notice this play of the world

(that long moss is growing on us)

(that that wind has rewritten us)

(the give and take not stopping ever)

for only a moment

and then, having breifly noticed,

let the world roll on, doing this,

through open gates.

In a generous way:

I give long walks to the dogs.

I put commas and periods in song.

I give closed eye to the day.

I give peace to the long decay.

()we do not need to fear dying)