Let our complaints

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
along the road
where the car struck it.

Now

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.

Now

let our complaints
be stilled feeling
time’s patience exhausted
knowing

we haven’t long
to love this world.

 

 

 

 

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