A Seer: A Golden Shovel

You crush the Lily in my soul

— Kate Bush, Moving

I see it all as a seer does now: it was you.

I would have laughed at my first apocalyptic crush,

the pain I felt as you walked by me like my shadow in the

hallway. If I had known what I know now, I would have stood like a lily

in the sun. I would have moved as she would have in

the wind, a pretty face smiling through thunderstorms, loving my

stem, pistil, and toes, knowing they were rooted in your soul.