I felt his eye
affixed and drinking me 
when he offered his sunbaked arm
as rod and staff to hold me steady.

he said, "I'm comfortable with that", and so was I
as we traversed the scars,  
the mounds the glaciers left.

I thanked him.

with his eye on me,
he wished me well.

with his eye on me still, 
he smiled heat into me 
until the day was done.

along the mounds,
the heat still lingers.