- Anonymous, Bilad al Shams circa 1500

this one will return every year
to remind you
of that awkward feeling
of being alive
waiting to transcend

celestial mechanics will dominate
how things play themselves out
your participation is to relax
let the salinity of your joy
carry you to the next
lovers last breaths

no seed is required
to perpetuate
that once love blown
taken root on a floating island
hummingbirds will come to feed
spiders will make their nest

he will come in spirit
his presence conducted by wind
a mad orchestra of soloists
measured by the patterns
of their lives respective
after the coda

germinating early
before the slugs begin their frenzy
readying for the ant and aphid
a livelong cycle bizarre
you wouldn’t know
until you step outside

this one will return every year
to remind you of how beautiful you are
as your neck folds your cheeks sag
you wither and wonder
will their thoughts
be the same as your own

terrestrial mechanics
will dominate
that seed wind blown
will populate a future
to behold
they will come next time early
to steal your soul back
to where it came from