this thing
called ‘life’
patchwork of
frailty

from robust seed
seared limp
through vagaries of
heat

seeking salience
as globe revolves
even without
us

days silken smooth
dangle sweet
stolen by capricious
winds

mattering's refused
recycling worn tapes
peanut gallery
within

judge self as abandoned
in Father’s absence
his character
slurred

deaf to lessons
as winter’s early
dusk and darkness
descends

solitary friend’s
presence
suspends in night
sky

song of bloom
pierces snow
Maker's voice is
heard