do not leave the wild world behind
as you build your gift to the stars.

what you make points back
to fallen trees
ferns in the mist
soft moss on your bare back

the soil has no anger
the old maple no desire.

what falls decays with new life
finds sun anyway

so make way
what you understand is partial
and enough.

be reminded
ache for this rich breeze
and go.

02/10/24