chips of light
fall from beaks of birds
beadyburp
when the winds fail to blow
do birds plead,
do they mourn?
no. be that wide,
wide as wind above the earth.
wide as water
under doors
surrender course
seep where you are.
you are
humming
empty
like a grapeseed
swells from light.
my soul settles
under your skin.
standing still, we spin
bright
midnights
around us,
your curly hair.
who is not bewildered?
who cares!
let's be wind now
wailing, finish this poem
in the dark.
cdzhouse 