Is there a reason
we’re all nerves and angled?
Your pose and posture
a worn courier,
say we were once a tree
all roots and tangles;
and now we hunt for seeds
like winter birds.

Let’s take from this
what we must take from this,
and close your eyes,
(they’ve bared enough for now)
I know that you have been afraid, you’re scared
that this might not be nearly
as beautiful as you had hoped,
but don’t be scared
if we are here alone.
The snow still falls,
and we still have a home.

You bend and curve your frame
much sooner lately.
Is it to cry yourself to sleep?
Or pray?
If I could be the mender I’d be at sea,
gathering the wind, the whales and waves,

to take apart what we must take apart,
to get you well,
(you’re needed desperately)
The stars, the crests,
are spiraling.
We won’t explode.
We won’t burst open wide,
(open wide to windward side!)
and we will hide,
and measure out our grain.
We must survive.
We must stay alive.


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