Please introduce me to myself.
When I pass you in some hall,
let our eyes meet.
And when you see me in the street,
let me know you.
Tell me how I’ve waited,
and tell me how I take my tea
in the white afternoons.
Tell me how I read in the near-dark,
listening to false rain.
Describe my mornings,
mocking-bird wings and the smell of my coffee.
List my books –
the ones beside the bed
and the ones I keep between my lips.
Tell me that you heard the words I scratched
into the tops of picnic tables
and the lines I drew across time.
Tell me, love, for you have been here all along.
I carried you in my heart.