gratitude

in the sun's shadow, he holds your hand.

he renames your choices, "b" - things hidden in nascent sight
and you wonder his wonder without bend. you wonder yourself
brittle, deep; you are the brontides of the rain before it decides
to reveal--

do you see the sky lit with your uncertainty?
do you see what he sees?

he sees light, nascent, before the colors succumbed to union,
before it broke the moon yellow.

he sees day is more red when it has to leave--
you are the storm the sun beckons when it needs a moment to itself;
I hope you see,

I hope you know.