to return..

the world returns to itself

each spring

each morning

do this, I don’t know how

to undress the time of past

unwrap, untie

detangle

detach.

bareness

the simply true

is dawnlight

falling upon my sleep.

to wake is the return

of blackbird song

notes on the canvas of cloud

do this, I don’t know how

to stream from tear to ground

seed the expanse of trees

and still make no sound.

it falls on me

to return so effortless

so in ease

is not some light of mine

but one merciful, divine.