You can come to me broken

You can come to me broken

I’ve been in the business of growing for a long time

Digging holes and burying your roots

Running my smooth fingers over the grooves and nooks of you

You can take your mind out of the corner

You can slack your shoulders at my feet

I’ve got days to lie in that space

Against the dewy grass,

Adjacent to the sunrise,

And listen to your weary heartbeat