mandorla

Everything that happened then (nothing happened) 
was a lifetime
of heartbeat moments, played on diamond strings
by a genius in a tower 
for the knight sailing by to catch
his boyhood hopes in a mason jar, like fireflies
crisscross spring in autumn

the light open boat drifts down the river ceaselessly

I tried to hold the lines of your palms 
like yarrow sticks — but it’s better to go, be 
what my soul sees
I wash my hands, withhold the offer 
with presence there’s truth, and confidence

that river is your future

fullness weaves its way through space
as water carries
apples, corn, wine, fat of earth and dew of heaven 
how rich we’d be! to remember we love abstraction
the tool of creation
we spin together, holofractal 
a pin of absence held for safety 

I love it here, I don’t want to go 
and I won’t. 
one day, your son will see a bird 
and sing my name — 
the dawn chorus.