home is set square
storm clouds blow due north
carrying all that is untethered
to unplanned locations
while we remain
drenched in the sweat of
The Fire in Heaven cooks up a fine feast.
Flowers face the brilliance that reveals me and makes a mirror of Earth.
The ducks and geese have come, flapping wings and ducking heads
while bees buzz in the blooms of the ladies of spring.
The garden grows beneath a layer of summer gone.
I combed dry leaves and branches
from parsley, asparagus, iris and lily leaves, green and crisp
and pulled on roots of grass and peppermint, to restrain them.
the day waits for the truth
for the sun to burnish what is real
for lines to define more than possibilities
for more than hope