People and (their) time
Some have it and give it…
away for others to benefit from
for the price of a future favor
to the first one who crosses their path
squandering precious infinity
I would be a bird today—a seagull
flying through drafts of wind rivers
landing to commune with fellows of flight
resting a while with birdsong absent
Breaking from the storm on the coast
coming toward land
carrying ions for change
edible in all forms seen, sacred, mundane
manna from heaven and sea
Sand in bed this morning
oh the dreams of a dark new moon
Where did I fly last night while this corpus slept?
1.23.23 1.23pm
