we talked
about?
um
all our
fathers
questions
raised but
never
answered

water   once   blossomed   into  microbes
into  blossoms,    into  little lost creatures
who bathed in  the light.   once, the trees
opened up  &  said     Let there be green!
                                        & there was

now   our breath
comes spilling
over with
whispers and sighs and
dust of the day  the red river
runs just under
our skin like the sea
that saw us
brought to be      in,  out
each breath i breathe, i can
feel her move with me

the river runs through,    skull meets earth
bones wear down to dust for 
inhale                                            exhale
pro­mised return.              one      again
with the worm  &  the whale.
welcome back by old friends
waving green

not an end                   no such thing

you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you