that song I know

from just the first note —

you coming upstairs

I walk the edge
of the field where you birdwatch —
sweet proximities

a space in my mind
shaped just like your phone number —
sharp sliver of moon

upside-down nuthatch —   
unsure if its saved seeds
are here or there

imagining
how we’ll tell them tomorrow —
we saw all the stars

so dark before dawn
I navigate the shrouded world
by instinct

after the rain —
an unstoppable trickle
of puddle stompers

understanding
falling leaves
as prayer

half moon at midnight —
just enough light to look back 
at how far I’ve come