Tracing every step it took

the life, the dying notion 

seeing my breath, feeling warm hearted

where will you go my brothers?

will I see your faces in boxes?

will I see your faces crying?

let us make landmarks 

let us make love with tender words

let us imagine agony 

are we dreaming,

or sitting on the clocks of time?

holy Joseph, holy Christopher

you have been searching between Earth’s cracks for answers to riddles

you are making sweet angel sounds,

protesting hibernation 

I see it

every blown down tree

every flap of every wing

every creature’s last breath 

creating a man’s fearful stand

and loving who I am