A Cargo of Green Hearts
this starry sky. everything I have wanted to know
about love. it's true, friend. we have made our
homes on those little lights out there. it is a sea
that we must cross. the owl, guardian of that door
his feathers make less sound than an eyelash dropping
he must not be heard, but felt. the soul is weighed
against that countermeasure. I have lost so many
of you on that voyage. my words were not always
good. my throat was not my true throat. I stumbled
in and out of the shape of a bear. I knew hunger
and loss and stood on two legs. as if I were a
man. as if. but sometimes when the moon
disappears behind silent velvet, I sing you lullabies.
all of you. I touch your faces with new pens.
I see you from the other side of things. this mercy.
an escaped horse. the keyhole at my navel.
it is not enough to live and say
I could not love everything. if I was the earth
I would hold you. if the sea, I would kiss you.
even suffering, all of you. the starfish are my hands
take them. I forgive your lack of thumbs. I forgive
you the stars that you say aren't there. I have seen
them all. I am on my knees, hands out, to catch
them. don't lie to me about time. it does not
exist. an owl told me so.
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