Lotus

Space has no voice,
no light.
The cosmos:
a cathedral
with no choir.

But I hear the galaxies

sing,

a medley of choruses
all at the same time,
with you by
my side.

You shatter

Every day — 

Monday through Thursday, 

starting at 2:30 pm, 

I grew wings. 

Peaking when reaching for the birdie. 

Gusts of wind and floods were my fuel to hit the

Dear World, 

Remember 
that everything you know 
was learned 
from someone who once 
wondered, 

and everything you do not know 
will vanish 

i begin 

unbroken,

round as the moon,

bright

with autumn,

heavy with seeds,

complete in 

my silence.