when the deep waters

return

I can hear

your voice underneath them

calling out

to come back home

when the deep waters

place your hand in mine

I will not forget

the little confusion

of your quaint time

and red house where

you helped me

run from so much

when the deep waters

remind me of my barstool silence

and that I was in the car

I should’ve phoned before leaving

but would you have

been able to answer this

when the deep waters

take over my thinking

with your ability to

point out what I do wrong

while the sun on

those dry horizon rocks

tan as the grass

with snow clouds

I am blue as I can be

until you return to save

me from me