Memory of you standing half-naked    in the creek
or maybe on parched rocks      maybe it was the year
the water dried up
The moon so bright                it woke you
from sleep       how you ran into the field
The starless sky                        the white glow
of the grasses                           The year
of wild lilacs                & how badly you wanted
to be beautiful                         All elbows
& knees & need           all cricket-hum
& handfuls of weeds                All memory
of the sky broken         with dawn        of the body
broken             & you learned to call this longing