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 .