No 1: WANTING

PHOTO BY ANNABEL EVERETT

ANNABEL EVERETT

New Hampshire is an emerald gemstone in summer

And I a heavy drop of rain sweat on its surface

I’ve lost and found myself hundreds of times in hundreds of American miles

My fingerprints laid fresh on the interstates

I think my eyes come from the wet June sky

My heart from the pull of the river

One day I’ll marry his breath

And find myself in the fibers of his clothes

And his voice will course through my veins in vibrations

Trigger the spark in the beat of my blood

But for now I press myself deep into the soil

I kiss the lips of the mountains

Of the curve of the dam

Of the swaying of things

Because wanting puts a bitterness in me

I’ll make love to this life I have

And pray it’s enough