not far

I poured myself over 
a high, still cliff 
and rebounded back
through my eyes, ears 

skin 

standing anchored so high 
as protected as wind 

I called to you then 
and there was no sin. 

You called to me back 
but you were the sea:
a blackness of blue 
with ten million stars 

broken sunlight at noon 
as I stood, redwood shade 
deep in dust from the paths
that I trod not far