Suspended

We found a place with grass to rest and lie
and name the constellations of the midday sky
at the treeless spot on the low hill
above the hemlock stands
for a moment while the wind was still.

I told you stories you did not believe
and told you there were myths I would not share;
you laughed and pointed up
at the giants condensing of the water in the air.

And we found a place with grass to rest and lie
and name the constellations of the midday sky.

I traced the glaciers in the clouds
and gave their fables and their names
and talked of how the hills were made;
you wrote a song you would not share
of the giants condensing of the water in the air.

And we found a place with grass to rest and lie
and name the constellations of the midday sky
at the treeless spot on the low hill
for a moment while the wind was still.