I was marching in the barefoot night for you.
Never wondered if it was alright with you.
We’d been driving out along a forest road
When the darkness melted into light and you
Turned around to show me what your face was like.
I was hearing fog. And to the right, where you
Sat beside the driver, glass was filling the
Windows like a casserole. To fight it, you
Turned into another body—mine—and rolled
Down the gate to get out. It was tight. Then you
Disappeared beneath the bubbling surface. I
Marched in barefoot dreams to find the sight of you
Lost among the paddies and the dragonflies,
Fiery eyes turned skyward from the night of you.