Who told you you were naked?
No one told you.
In a single strange moment,
the colored moving world welled up
into the colored moving world
And was.
trees and clouds
stones and water
creatures flashing
the chatter and songs
and behemoth curiously lifts his head
and you are
and you’re here
and it’s now.
Your eyes turn to the other eyes
and they’re shining too.
It’s both of you, now, here, together,
trembling with this greatness.
In the heat of the day, a little wind runs through.
Only the leaves shiver
and the two of you.
Your eyes meet and
you both laugh again.
It’s so much- all at once.
Who told you?
The voice is colder.
The words you would have to invent to say
sink back down your throat
falling back into the heart they almost came from.
The leaves you wove tear and fall and
you have to stand there-
this is naked-
both of you naked
and him waiting.
From deep in the darkening sky
a little wind runs around you all.
It’s cold- so cold.
To be this way.