will you be
a woman on the mountain,
alone in the winter,
pushing a sled of dry wood through the snow?
then sing
“i am married to Creation.”

will you cry
when the warm doubt returns at night,
when the low fire is orange dark?

will you stand
look up at another wet snowfall
and ache for sun?
it has been so many weeks.

will you chorus
“i am alive”
shout to the stars
dance in the wind?
so cool across your hips.

will you lose everything
on the bet that god is good?

be loved by this earth
be surprised.
“come on, life”
the world serene and wild.

09/27/22 for Serena