Gather me by Barry Herem

Gather Me

As you would divided stalks of grain,
you may gather me that way,
all my particulars.
When I am slumped, care-creased, and very tired,
then gather me.
When I grieve,
When I turn away most, baring by back,
then gather me.
Gather me when my legs are down
And when my eyes are gray,
When I lean away, gather me as you would some leaves
on cool
September mornings.
Bring me to your breast when I refuse to speak,
Bring me as you would some bloom,
up to your lips,
And gather me in spite of taciturnity and tears.

by  Barry Herem - my friend