we arrive--flushed-faced with new hands.
we long to hold things close, find their trembling cores.
underneath that surface, your face glimmers.
caught in sun, in stripes of shade, your hands fan out—
wrap light around dim places between fingers.
we gather in gardens.
our song hums in the roots below our feet.
let us be soft as birds.
if I knew where to start, I’d touch every inch.
this architecture, stands like wide trees,
gives us places to climb towards.
there is calm before our heart-storms.
what we’ve found here is light budding into new stars.
"What We've Found Here," by Jamie Agnello '07
May 12, 2007