Begin Again

I went into the deep,

The daily time we keep

to see the starry rise. It’s time to sit.

Bench to hold my back as

Branches climb the school, and

Birds fly from their nests.

I went into that place.

The silent realm of space

from breath so now I breathe.

These thoughts and wisps of leaves and love

of birds who flew to up above,

These miracles of evening settle

to my very soul. 

I have taken such great care

to be here, ready, for such a breath as this, and lo

I have a tree’s own skin

compressed to make my thoughts remembered, and oh

this flame is lighting up my eyes and mind and

all around the world is asking to be felt and 

wow it has presented itself in such a new way and my oh my,

I do not have

a single pencil. 

So there lies a page in this world

still curled around an owl’s falling chest,

not yet pressed down into hinges, made to

hold scratches of lead. 

I’ve been laden long enough,

this time I give up my end. Make it yours and I’ll 

begin again.