Memories

The beam that cradled the world everything the hummingbird knew the open plains of growing grass Have long past deteriorated Marsh grass overcome by trompled leaves bluejays humming a familiar song A wolf lost in its own home finding curiously familiar places its never been To sniff out what has long been lost covered up by the snow of the spring the leaves of the fall The tree does not grow if it holds tightly to all that it is To remain where you stand you must walk through the ocean of time the time of you To throw your heart into the fire and create something new