I don’t know you
but I will

I’ll poke tired earth
dig beet roots
pinch pine bark
pull chickweed
lift stones
until I find you

like a penny
in a fresh-tilled garden
a lost marble
behind a toolshed
a book whose margins
were your only diary
pressed under a pillow
to dream me
into the world
I will find you

you don’t know me
but you will, you will