When it happens—nothing matters, turquoise birds
chirping. When exhausted, one finds energy. Sore soundness, silent excellence,
made privy to dark kernels. Reborn to feelings, sold a great story, unkindness,
stern environment, to imagine what family might assert. Crossing scales,
conversing with ferrets, nursing a headache. Dearest Decencies, buttons, drums,
fantasies;
debating sunshine, indebted to moons, courting skies. Before
it wails, before it’s told, defining something held to heart. When it was—it wasn’t,
it was sewn into soil.
