Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman

I’ll run down

Lay my weight where it lies

I’ll come round

Out in sheltering sky

Seek you out

Like I wanted it when

It was eighty-eight out

And the apricot flowers were coming in

And I feel worn, but the air is clean

And my clothes are torn, but it’s right on me

Passing rain, blue white heat

Agony, not to me, it’s not defeat

No one here

Say we waited our while

Good idea

Crowding out of those aisles

Nowhere near

Where I thought we would be

But one and the same

The drought and the rain to me

And I’ve been a while gone

But the air is clean

And I had it all wrong

But I made my peace

Passing thought, empty street

Agony, not to me, it’s not defeat

I’ve been bright, I’ve been faded

I'm nearly halfway through

Barely believe we made it

When I met eyes with you

I caught a walking fever

I know how all this ends

Palm over my receiver

Cradling me again