will you


will you

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.

will you?