Take Me In—a poem by James Navé

TAKE ME IN On the spit of the redemption between where I bleed and cry, the meadow grows greener and greener every day. Whispers across the lawn remind me the edge has always been alive. Shaking its teeth and tongue through mouths etched in the centuries of daydreams lost before we knew there was a place to go. I am the lake become the dry bed, become the lover—become the whisper that you hope to hear before dawn, between dreams, and reaching out across an empty sheet. I am the whisper you heard yesterday when you were walking down the street between the corner and the red light. Somebody stood beside you; they said nothing— and in the silence of nothing the loud horns of the city rained down like a gentle mist from somewhere you could not identify. I have evaporated and become nothing more than what you breathe. Take me in. Let me settle in your lungs and become part of you. -James Navé www.jamesnave.com