I think that perhaps I have been here before.
That perhaps I have seen your face before. That perhaps
I know you. There is a field in you.
One that we have both run through. With the sun
bleeding through us. Arms out. Using our bodies
to swallow the wind. Our hearts so full
the birds ate from our hands. Yes,
I know you.
I saw you
on the other side of the tall grass
talking out loud.
I waved to you.
I think perhaps
you waved back?
Yes, I think you did.