Let our complaints

june sunrise

You haven’t long
to love this world

to claim the blood washing
the awakening sky
to feel the wren’s song
swelling your open throat

that later will clench to
imagine the bewildered doe
leaving her speckled child
there along the road
where the car struck it.


untangle the tortured
skein of the life you’ve made
this mess

keeping only
those few threads
the first and best
the ones that

wove wonder in the soft skull
that cradled your brain
mute and curious
before it knew

and then forgot

why we wear bodies:
to bear witness
to praise
to grieve

this beauty
this sorrow
what we find
in the space where we leave
each other.


let our complaints
be stilled feeling
time’s patience exhausted

we haven’t long
to love this world.

little deer stone









  1. for those with a body
    a touching reminder 🙂


    1. Thanks, David.


  2. slukwago · · Reply

    Amen. It is good that we are reminded of the ephemera.


    1. And good to remember that we ARE ephemera. Thanks for reading, Rafiki!


  3. Mary Montoya · · Reply

    Amen. This feels timely and breathtaking for me Cate! Beautifully said! and related to conversations I have had recently with others about what it is to be alive. Fully. A heartbreakingly tender love.


    1. Thank you, dear Mary. Coming from you — my gentle, brave friend, a true spiritual warrior — that means a lot.


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