Spring Flush

Silence rests—uneasy

breath—pressure knits

its hands under my skin.

I prawn—painted

sunlight in a mirror—

ribcage cresting

waves folding origami—

dead bug—happy baby

cradled in Earth’s wings.

Mother Nature’s milk—

coconut silk ribbon—

Release anguish—

relinquish—under Her

bloody beaches—

Normandy wringing

her linens for years.

Desert shore—staring

deaf-dumb—blank horizon

recognizing defeat—

the sun could fall down.

Riverside tree canopy

blankets my body—

limber imbalance—

one side more flexible

than the other—

absolute non-symmetry—

devotion—slightly twisted

mental hair unbraid.

Stalwart dawn melting

sweet grain—pulls-a-pip—

honeysuckle drip of yellow nectar.