There are no words to describe the agony.
Sun soaked tulips
Jammed into your mouth.
Though that’s not true, you’re flying,
Your days are warm and women are guiding angels,
Because the great light has taken you.
And you need not worry,
Though now you are in agony.
In the simple steps it takes to find that holy corner,
You drift down edges
Like some boorish troll.
So now. in a tremor it’s gone.
But that’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about the new days,
The sudden spins,
Release of air,
Our mothers' prayers
Now singing in the wind.