Those childhood nights I ate at your table,
where life's mysteries were broken and shared—
I studied the blue willow plates you set each night.
I expect you to break through,
Across these shoddy lenses soon,
To burst into view, knowing full well
I will lose you. Why’s it all waiting
And watching with you? Once,
In a cardinal’s dress, you hopped
From mind’s bough to heart’s branch
Our mistakes crack open. Each leaf
and we star-made music makers
are finger printed as well.
This is expansion: to stand as One with all.
The mountains a dense
explosion of trees.