The Sand In My Shoes

i left the sand in my shoes
and my pride
in the tomb dug by lake water and sky
we would have liked to shake it by the bars
but for who might hear
and meet our eyes
fear gravity working its way
up our legs
we went to our knees
and maybe should have gone upon them
the night exhausted itself in our arms
i left room in my mouth
and the cold standing in for sentences
i left my wracked body intact
a prayer to unmeasured time
and i think that you must have
left much to say

april 14, 2011