I am sorry i didn’t  come faster

I let the birds have my name
under the red pines of a quiet forest  

I took my bones and like bread I cracked them into pieces

the mortar of granite stone below my feet powered the osseous tissue

and on late afternoons as I made my descend through the mountain alone  into town

i watched the powder tissue suspended
under the golden light

as the raccoon dog drank water by the stream and the raven warned of snakes ahead

I decided to come back