Save Me On that treacherous rocky path, one side a sheer cliff falling to beautiful deep water— The truth is, I don’t want to save myself. I want you to reach out and grab me when I lean out too far, mesmerized by that endless blue— when the pebbles start to slip— I don’t want to step back. I want your arms around my waist, pulling me away, down to the ground— the solid ground meeting us, our solid bodies bruised and safe, you an anchor against the endless blue of the sky
This one is only a few months old, but I feel like putting something recent out there today. I do write love poems sometimes – this is something I would put under that umbrella. It was actually inspired by walking in Door County in Peninsula State Park (as someone who likes to get away into nature with few people around, highly recommended). And as usual, it’s not anything related to reality (I didn’t fall, or even almost fall, and need someone to grab me); instead, it’s something that I thought about later when I looked back on our hike together.
