With most pleasures unfamiliar I thought duty would redeem days and hours, lifetimes too but all work, we know makes not only dull but desperate dry and unable to breathe
Home
We lived lives the other never dreamed you went no further than the ridge river, dark of the woods all that was real for you rose and fell in that singular place you could walk the boundaries of your whole world in one long day But I have never known how to find myself at home always adrift among worlds longing for rest and the last wandering year
Tearless
If I knew how to weep I would dash heart-first into it So many tearless years and burdens borne dry sands and seas crossed companionless and holding my breath so long surely I must have flown by now
Wash
I wash my hands again to lose the touch of you ready now for everything to be new and full of the unbreakable promise
Compass
I spun all week dizzy imagining your need hungry to meet it Now I do not know how or where to rest misled by my own keychain compass
Cream
I'm no cat but I would lick soft cream all day long if you poured for me
Dragonfly
Each of your green wings pushes you out in the world to bridge soil and sky
Day
One day, bright shining you will gaze unshaded at what you have become
Coffin
I saw your coffin today tied to the top of that van No hearses here unless you are wealthy It is already too much that you are gone Now they take you home wrap you in linen set you to rest at sunset with the bones of all who came before
Earth
There is some place on this green earth that will, one day, receive me all my complaints will end there everything unfinished drawn to a close I will be released at last into the great mystery