Childhood Scene

Sitting above your house, watching frost slip over the balcony.

I don’t know which version of you I saw in my dream.

The cityscape outside. I miss when we’d send letters back and forth

from the light of a camera, yellow painted all the way up the walls,

I’d sleep amongst all this parchment

glasses slipping from my chin.

Now I see this big dragon curled around the window

a tail like the slope of a mountain.

You’d shout from below / coffee sticky in your hands

All those times moths crawled into my eyes. Filmy wings

rose-tinting the world. There’s the lamp cord—beneath our tree.

Hatches up every arm. Blue in the sky. There isn’t much I can see except for you.

All my memories are about you.

You’re in the eye of the dragon. You are & I’m shouting.

Can you see it? Can you see me? I’m waving a sign

behind the heart. Around the back door.

If only you’d look and see. Three inches to the left and there I am.

I’m waving for you.