COME OUTSIDE

by Cappy Love Hanson

for David Whyte



Come outside to where 
the sky can find you.  Clouds 
shift shape but remember 
where they saw you last.  
The sun pegs your position 
with a shadow marker;
if you leave the ground, 
it will wait for you.  
Graded road or concrete, 
lawn or loam will whisper, 
here and here to the soles 
of your feet.  The word 
for your footsteps is now 
and now.  Stars triangulate 
your heart by parallax; 
the moon observes you 
with its slow-phased blink.  
The universe possesses 
eyes within its eyes, all- 
and ever-seeing.