IF
cold and damp white mornings together, behind and before
a root queen looking for redemption from finding romance in the mundane
showering the dime store nation for the motion of your soul
like this people are the sum of their biographies
THEN
how do you press your life onto the page
carefully and with great relish
under the same sun as
a world tree that connects
water with the earth and air
ELSE
she couldn’t be a daughter of the sun
so she became a daughter of the moon
in a war of wills and will nots
where will represents a geometry of faith
and will nots wears out the breath of life
age is responsible for sitting on a threshold unspoken
while I stumble on the way to your shore