embraces

I fall back into the body of the wind
a warm enough embrace to remind
me of others

the slick arms of wet rock
that let me fall into the hard
belly of the ground. captured by wires
sharpened to defend not to defeat momentum.

one spun me around and
stung my eyes with the gift
of her har, blowing
into the endless blue sky above
the blanket of dirt always
moving to a new home.

once a forest of trees
tried to adopt me. tempting
me away from my god with lightening, rain,
and soft slopes of greenery.
but my feet could not
rest where there was no
shelter, thunder called to my back.
I returned to be abandoned

there have been hands cradled close to a heartbeat,
a clock to measure kindness, but fingers relax
releasing to wildness and ruin.





.

because of Mary Oliver

the geese have moved farther south
always returning home.
their calls no longer fill the
spring air, the lonesome
here we are
here we are
here we go

herald of wind that fills
this desert with
seeds of life and water from other places. leaving
to leave this place dry again.

my heart is migratory, a stray cat
returning some nights.
a warm rhythm filling me
with spring.
flying again



.

convection

the white cold of my fingers
fold into a cup to hold
the last heat of my blood.
blowing ghosts into the void
of paper bone arches.

the empty chill of morning
steals easily from slow capillaries.
the transmission of loss





.

rest

bring me your shattered fingers
trembling with dreams.
rest them in mine while
there is strength enough
to temp broken glass