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I Borrowed Your Eyes Again Montana.

I thought I’d paced myself just right, ambling slow uphill restrained, polite 
To where you smiled and waited for me 
To show up again – there’s an again! amen! – 
To reclaim a solitary longitude of territory that’s ours, Montana 

Soul creeps along real slow 
I pretend not to hurry
I blush that Montana knows my secret 
About how I rush, unrepentant, to puff breath on the spark 
Lighting that peace inferno 
We combust again and again
Exploding clear
Into each other
Into One light’s brilliant flares

I’m not down-tempo enough
I’m breathing too heavy on the last push up to a black ink new moon sky where you


Breathed unhurried, easy, slow, patient about me 

(What in heaven do you see in me, Montana, and why do you wait?
Are you dodging my question?
Am I not listening close? 
Is my heart big enough for all this?
Loving you less is no answer.) 

I pause long, impatient, pulling in air 
Catching breath catching breath catching breath

Breath lands and I can bow under the stars to tell the truth

(I have to ask you this one thing fast now
I want to know if all your light is invisible some times?
Is that my poor eyesight?
Do you take cover behind a spiral galaxy hidden too low in the north sky on nights I need you most?)

Soles decipher Rocky Mountain land braille
I memorized these jagged stone steps thick with tangled twigs and pine needles 
When I wasn’t thinking 

I didn’t used to know there was memory in feet
After too many hundred days and million steps away from home condoning illusion’s most uncomfortable extremes 
The soul of my soles recalls every contour sculpted over cool jagged bone landmarks 
In one heartbeat every sharp edge visited since our last tango turns soft 

I arrive, and I faint
Yielding into you
Dizzy in circle space seeing through your eyes again Montana
So we can look up together through night mind’s clear dome

Montana wraps us up tight and soft, 
Rolling and rumbling me back good and alive again
I see everything here with no eyes of my own

I feel 
e v e r y
Thing 

All 
 night
long

This is what a galaxy feels like from the inside
Dissembled particles reconfigured into every flawless quality of Love

A shutter's shudder is how fast these sacred nights come and go 
I’m that guest whose excuse for leaving teeters
On a lie tipped so ancient it should have disintegrated a million steps ago 

(I glanced at my right arm on Thursday 
Slivers of Montana's shrapnel still wedged blue and black there 
Bruise souvenirs 
Thank you for those parting gifts)

Today I remembered how Montana floated my two arms up far above my head
Volunteering me twice
If I don't start seeing my own light soon 
I'll outstretch again for another breath to bow another shared Amen 
To repeat a new blessed benediction 
And a fresh slow dance under God particles 
That shower painted glitter heaven lights all over us 
Under this One big dark blue sky



Anne Jablonski
August 2015
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