Wishing. For the Time Being.

What thou lovest
most remains
in the imperishable
sound of novas
and supernovas.

Please now take
what I have and spread
it across the earth.

Here in this burial
of dreams a slowness
comes.  When

I hear you in
my heart I
believe you
in my ear.  But

I am afraid.  I
am afraid you
will forget my name
in the noisy
indifference of life.

I reach for the map.
Unfold it at
the hinges.  But
I don’t know
where I’m going.

I don’t understand
the rising and falling
of time, this endless
perception of absence
that follows me.

And I can only
watch now the trees
sprouting from my palm.

I can only yield
to life
as it releases
me in the small
language of birds.