Curiosity on the eve of thirty-eight
- How can this number count and speak
- diversely echoing things?
- How does my life weave together
- through loops and stitches in the air,
- invisible dances within the mind?
- How can I decide
- if a cost affirms a choice
- when its searching dove is wearied
- and returns with emptiness, instead of ground?
- How will I celebrate my gain, my loss, and the unknown?
- How do I learn to pace with patience
- around my aerie and daily keeping
- eggs that hold experience and self-determined hatching?
- How can repetition be the salve and balm
- to ease the passages through time?
- How does this wandering soul choose
- which way to go or estimate expense?
- How can all my paths end up
- at their beginning, me beside myself
- and calling to the wild?
- How do words I spoke so long ago
- in desperation, come back wiser to me now?
- How do I love with fervor I remember
- when a murder gathers to remind?
- How do I find the missing words
- to assemble what I feel?
- How is reconciliation found
- if parties languish in desire?
- How does a parent
- whisper to a child
- with words of wonder and of horror
- while looking at the clouds?
- How do immortal roaring storms
- elect their day to calmly slip
- behind the night and wait
- while their wearied child wobbles down
- and down until assuaging dreams reply—
- time to wake, to stand, and roar upon your own?