In the groove of my thumb
I think I will find you - some
creature that can survive the dark.

You have whale eyes -
sad pebble holes for my dark
to allow each tear -

you the strongest,
the most sure, though unknowing.
To find you, in the dark
yet -

yes I think you will be in the 
groove of my thumb
and gently most belonging you are,

I will finger paint
until you - hopeful
flowers,

most patient.