I Remember

I remember the absence of sound,

Deeper than silence

And more lonely,

Like the moment just

Before creation,

all stretched and

attenuated, waiting,

except there was no time

to measure 

eternity,

so waiting was

Now.

I wait for God to

say my name,

so that I will come to be.

So that I will 

once again remember

the scent of blue 

and the feel of sand 

between my toes,

and how my hand fit 

against the gentle curve of 

your face.

I will once again remember 

all that was taken.

And so I wait,

in this absence of sound,

I wait for God

to remember

my name.