Erica's+Place

=__To Arden__= //a poetic journey// By: Erica Smith No comfort in today Because I know

//Miles away...//
A girl rustles in sheets beside you Maybe your breathing is timed with hers Your arm draped around torso Maybe she doesn't make a sound Her toes are perfectly in a line Her hair smells like peonies in the wind

Have you noticed the weather change every time we meet? A t-shirt day in January Slanted sunshine in early June And when you're away, Only rain, wild winds, or no weather.

I'm wrapped in rugged rags, barefoot.

I, your Rosalind, Your trainer, your joy, Your search, Tree-to-tree Love letters left, Not tucked away in drawers any longer, Love letters no longer only in your eyes, for me, in your words again.

I will disguise myself, set out into afternoons where I will catch you offguard, remembering me.

To Arden, I must go,
to find who is your jewel; I have packed lightly, only this notebook, for I will not return alone. Do you prefer green or gray, look for bliss, look this way.

I will lay out back amongst the moths quivering towards the light, plotting, in wait.