Depend

“Freedom so often means that one isn’t needed anywhere”

Willa Cather (via The Browser)

I untie your shoes
I slip them off
Proposition comfort

Day of labor
May we both
Be here on the rest

I look at you
You see I see
Liquid limpid light

Another day attentions pay
While wages make
Profit centered hands

Or power cuffs
And finger muffs
Stop our ocean sound

Mountain May
A melting way
Down and out to sea

Go on up
To be a cup
Drink deep from the gorge

I wander back
To your side
After ragged quests

Out there messes 
Won't be cleaned
By a watchful guest

But here at home
Our fruitful loam
Can bloom and grow and shine

Under sun and cold and rain
I sit and touch your feet
May I never leave again

But if so only brief