it took me all day to get here

crackling light coursing

through each place that

knows death’s name

pounding into my solar plexus

before reaching my eyes

so present i was superhuman

churning the compost

full of writhing new life

before moving the sunken couch

because i still could

 

 

not dead

not dead at all

not yet anyway

…i know it shows

me, in myself

my brittle bark pledged an awful winter

but it’s the golden age of global warming

and december springs a green blush

and vertical rivers flow my roots

back towards you

let us ecosystem

 

 

some storm tangles in the mountain

a stunning crisis crouches at the bend

but i am still dreaming, still asking

each tear caught in loving hands

perhaps we are not lost, just uncertain

let us prove we are unfinished

me? i let this chaos in the dishwasher

show my repair

i still let others in

it is only all this bright thread

that makes me a petal you can swallow