see

who am I?—that this might be taken from me
you’re too late—no! you’re too late.
see—your face is not reflected in my pupils
see—the light flashing across the hoods of the cars
see—the houses climbing to the ridge-line
see Orion striding over them
see the whole world awake
somewhere far away
when we walk, my shadow walks beside us
don’t you see—it's walking under palm trees
don’t you see—it's walking under pines
I left my skin to dry among the reeds
when the wind blows, my fingers flutter
see—it still blows across my forearms
sometimes, if my voice seems a little deep and distant
know that it was walking through the arroyos
know that it came rolling through the valleys
to come here