i find it here
folded small
inside of paper wrapped
inside of scripture bound
unravelled by the rain.
this was a promise i made
at eighteen or so
clapped by the wood
birds rising in huffs of smoke
the wood you would sand
into a desk in secret as a gift
to make me promise
that i would
keep writing.
so here i am, years later,
caught in a rainstorm […]

Poem for the poem about to wake,
taunt with water, this consciousness
beneath soil, beneath it, this birth after birth,
stamped with standing in sun salute,
washed with sandal, vermillion,
that which you wished for,
rises from the muddy underbrush;
that which you draw upon the body
lives.
Breath tamed by the thought of breath,
morning tamed by the thought of morning,
and then the yes […]