Isn't You, Is

To the one with eyes reflecting the far-off mountains:

Everything you want is here

Everything you need is here, in the touch

of the earth against the sole of your shoes

and your weight upon the bicycle-seat.

That reflection in 

the creek along the dirt road

Features shifting in pebble-eddies

is you

isn't you

In time it will become you

like wax dripping from a flame

a canyon curved by water

peeling off a layer of dust and grime

seeing beneath above

within, without

until you look again into the sky-reflecting waters

blue-layered over silt and stone

and recognize these eyes

looking back

Gaze at the sky

Hold it in memory

Brush grasses with striding legs

upwards to the top of the hill

Breathe it all in

For me

For us

later you will need it

this closeness with the earth

for when you are far from it

this mountain-kissed sky

for when nothing breaks the horizon-line

Lift those eyes

that hold you

but not you

Paint everything behind blue irises

kick the bike-stand down

stand

and breathe

This is our place

when you look again into your reflection

see it sitting there,

see you

not you

but what will become you

what you will become

And let it grow out of you like

a flower in spring