Ge0rge Wu

No. 

I refuse to be afraid.

We are so caught in the coming climb

We forget to turn and see the cliffs we've scaled.

I am living in a country where a woman is bracing for a climb to greater heights

Waiting

eating smoothie

out of a jam jar

and PB&J from the cooler.

Waiting

skiing with my sister

on the little snow that's left.

Waiting

grabbing my camera

In the skeletal frame of a fence, 

nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,

Where vines wind up and veins wrap down: 

a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love. 

And your dark, knotted hair falls, 

   trailing along and settling 

        in the crevice of collarbone, 

ravine of spine,  

The silence that once spread

in the deepest of winter, is ever so often

broken.

Hear the robin's hope

now, unfurling faintly on a frozen breeze.