James Diaz writes

Cara's Voice

I breathe you in 

like Saturn orbiting 

the dark

a single turn around the sun

takes so long

I've lost all my words for you

as I travel the line

back and forth

putting my ear to the earth

to hear your heart

say: be still,

friend - be ever ready

for what comes next

sometimes I have only this one trick

where I pretend to know who I am

and it all so easily unravels 

I drop tenderness into a stream

and dream it unfurls a great oak

called Cara - the last listening wonder

in this cruel world

eyes are windows

you've kept yours wide open 

never hiding the soul

a light house is also a thing of skin

of one voice pressed to another

we exchange names 

for lack of a better way 

of dancing with each other's light,

a body is a beacon

carries what it must

says what it has to

I dream of you when I need to remember 

that things can also be so, so beautiful

Saturn -- Karen Koski