“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau
We wish for truth
in shades of black and white.
It comes to us
in spill of blue, and breeze of green.
to know the song
of the trees, the pull of moon
on ocean spill.
I’ve felt her heart
beat beneath my own wrist,
fashioned a braid of her daisies,
wished worlds over dandelion dust.
I’ve trusted her skeleton, channeled
her core, set my own veined maps
to her true north. I’ve bruised her,
abused her. Embraced her; defaced
her. I’ve watched her heal and reach
to hold us all,