You are the foundation for my castles - flipside B

You are the foundation for my castles

Tumble
weeds
blow.
Sprint fields, turn
cartwheels
outside our windows.

They dance, playful
children, but can
not rest.

They have no root.

My feet between your ankles, I sit
and peer at you over
my magazine.

My reflection glides
over the lens of your glasses; my image slips
away.

I shake always in the wind, even
to its sighs.

Your whispered promise
forms the soil beneath
my feet.

Your body, the trellis
to which I cling, provides
my anchor.

1990

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