Gather the Clouds

and all floating implements

star studded saints

and gemstone dreams

moon smoke      incense

squandered speech

hearts that have wandered

strangers squinting at the sky

the cello notes rising

light escaping through a crack in the wall

dandelion fluff on a newborn’s head

owl wind

the old woman’s wave to her lost boy.

Kiss every fingertip    every bruise dust mote and shadow.

Lie down in the grass with your own bright life.