I Know You

Across a plateau of sloping grass

where shadows lean tiredly

      at the full length of the day

And voices ring of distance, their words

lost to afternoon sunlight

The trees catch hold of what little

breeze there is and whisper to it:

      "I know you..."

Too little of this can be

captured as a reminder,

      so I cling to the spaces

Between sloping branches

for what they reveal of the

Late-day light lying beyond,

stretching out, as it does, from other

      edges of other places,

Chasing me with the starkness

of the thought: "I know you"

"I know you," it says,

"I know you".