This light is nothing,

It enters and reflects.

I am many separate creatures,

None of whom can save me.

Winter in my blood,  

Easter everywhere.

Fragile birds flutter from windows in the lake,

My mother is calling me.

I’m falling or flying again,

I just don’t know.

The end is wrapped around my breath

And emptiness adds up my spine.

The answer is in my DNA.

All I know is what I feel,

And can’t be certain of that.