Monday, January 13, 2025

Hands clasp — learning creases,
smoothing rough spots, tender
and well-oiled — ready to grip.
Grow deep; fly fast.

Seeds on the wind — blown
by smoke billows, licked by
flame — hunker and resettle.
Grow deep; fly fast.

Grids of ground stone — mortared
and pestled by peoples, mapped over
mountain and dale — crumble.
Grow deep; fly fast.