waiting in your lawn chair

if i could shift my body
collapse like water,
face east first then west
i would shift, and let the
heart loose, and empty every
gaze on to you,
i would harden against
my life story, resist each
photograph, replace the image
with heat, not a warm copy
but a smoky blouse unbuttoning
like will, like V after V
of autumn geese flying, a
wilderness of longing,
driving me in one direction.