The sky is waiting, archival ink print, 2012, with: Leighana Waight
The sky is waiting
To know where you are
What is too much to say.
I see you?
I see you on the sidewalk. I see
you in your tee shirt. I see you in the water.
I see the rebar in the concrete through your ribs
I do not see you separate.
What is too much to say What is too much to say
To save you. To save me from_____.
To .
They are saying your name collectively.
The voices left open to the lit and unlit sky.