oh very young what will
you leave us this time?*
chances choices knots configuration karma
new generation’s binding and unraveling
performed along the hazardous path
of time – you have promises
and curses in your backpack
what to take out, what
to leave along the way
boy pointing at the moon
graven moth mother, flutter winged,
fierce, a sparrow of concern
with all that’s small – people,
plants, petals, stitches, waves –
you pastel me fauve, such differences
but also so much same
color, poem, food, book, home,
spirit strand by strand, and
making holiness today with the
simplicity of one ringed finger