Tenth of May

Am I answerable

for the way light leaps

up from the tapers

to embrace

the darkness?

Or the geese fanning

out like a painted fan,

brushing away

the dawn?


I say, speak

to the bright loud world

so what am I to do

when it answers

so particularly?


It seems to me that every

fresh green thing is shouting,

Rise up to the fullness of your life.

Dare to risk your heart in love.

Again and again.



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