Give to Me a Name
Galaxies imagined my world, spinning
before one footprint pressed sands.
Look to the stars – there lies dreaming,
though none peer pack.
Minds pass me by the millions.
The air in my chest has swept thousands of shores.
Waves lapping my shins have touched every sunrise.
Faces, blank, create music—spheres ringing.
A rustling, an almost encounter, someone
almost speaking, almost brushing my cheek,
I look in the black and beyond the black,
waiting for, whispered,
the shape of my name.