11/16/2024 drafted, posted January 26, 2025
this is how green
goes back into earth
we need time
in order
to lose ourselves
in the ground
when I return
I hope I may feed you
freely as spring
winter is the condition
of every warm egg
tucked into the nest
of its own longing
birds are not
worried about tomorrow
the Bible says
dawn has gathered
food for me and kisses
me mouth to mouth
I am your fledgling
light catches everywhere
waiting to sing
we take turns
you and I
being the sheltering
wings of the most high