if there is a love in your hands
be kind
like winter is on the unexposed
root of a tree,
be gentle
as if in your hands was a soon to hatch egg

be all that you are, naked
baking under the sun
but whatever you do, do not underestimate
love
like a novice swimmer does the sea
or the way a traveler does a new city's river currents

In my pit of sorrow
I grew wings looking at you

the flight of winged sparrows above
me common to the city dweller was a miracle  to me

keep this boat of kindness
anchored to dock of this tiny
speck of a body born into time  

may all violent waves and turbulence
never break the mooring line

correct all the mistyped words
with correction tape
bestow upon me the click of the roller as you turn it
with volition
yield me the appropriate inches
of mental space -margins
as I type a new year of life away on an eternal canvas
let me place them as numbers over a birthday cake
so that all the thoughts are eaten by the white space over  a rainbow sprinkled cake