your name

have you heard it before?
the land as it whispers
the voice of soft soil underneath
soles—bared to the earth
calling out your name
in the wind in the wild wild wind
and singing
between canyon walls
and among the tall and slender reeds,
your name

Come, come home — it says —
into my arms stretched out open and wide, and into
my heart.

and i run
i run right into this wild wind
without resistance
as these whispers of land and soft sacred soil
sing straight into my heart
and i run 
and run right into these waiting arms
into this heart
i run, i run and run and run
i run