to life:

and now happiness comes like a soft blanket
over my shoulders put slowly by a friend

and today in the news there were photos of the universe
taken 600 million years after the big bang

now the simple violin of a song, from a hallelujah
pierces my bones with joy with the help of an &

life, and ampersand, you don't know what i'm going through but
good morning and i love you so much today!

wishnot

i ask, do you want to go up there?
she says, yes i do, but only with you
i ask, but why do you tremble, my little mare?
she says, you are so gentle...
i say, why, thank you
and she says, just hug me, will you?

...

then, she starts to cry
like a little bird terrified
of the brightness of her own feathers
in which I'd love to be hidden
and fly
with her through nights,
ignorant of us,
the tell tale shine of her wings diminished
by grandmother-smelling clouds.