oh, how my heart flies
in this harvest sky​
oh, how my heart settles
in the soft tan grass​
i love this day
as a sculptor
loves his own hands
on marble,​
carved & smoothed
in the shape
of someone he loves
i love this life
as an old man
remembering young
& as a child ​
discovering rain
i love this taste
in my mouth,
cardamom, maple
& earth,​
brown sweetness
& cream
i love these people
who stayed behind
for our mourning ​
their sacrifice & salve
my bounty
i love this place
i have landed,
its promise of snow
flowers​
& cherries
& i love this feel​
of air in my lungs
this breathing
oh, how my heart flies
~~~
