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