The middle of nowhere is the center of joy
Climb the stairs on an honest day
Reach the roof and sit to stare
For just a little while, for just us two
The junipers and sagebrush mill about
Their soft sounds weaving canopies
Around the twinkle of crickets and birdsong
The sharp smell of soil, a circle of arms
Your warmth and these sunbeams soaking into my skin
Kiss the places I forgot to love today
The wild meadows and the whispering mountains
Draw each drop of caution clean from my blood
Simmering summer sunsets
Radiant and reckless
I’ll find myself here, lost in your gaze
You draw me in outside of the lines
I’ll find a flower from each field of forever
Softly sew their sweet stems
The petals of each pasture are butterfly wings
Far more fearless than fragile.