while branches of stick desert trees under a pale moon
cast shadows like black spider webbing on the pavement
she wondered how it all fit –
what attributes she had
in common with stars and how
a little part of her could be in love
with a little part of him
that was in love with a little part
of another time in the world and
if all those parts could ever add up
to make anything feel whole – she wondered
how it all fit – how
the morning light convinces darkness to holiday,
how circadian rhythms were embedded in her double helix
as much as symbiotic relationships that fed her
from the outside in, how
pieces of Spring grew in her deepest Winter secrets
these days and how she would find words
worthy of her voice -- if she did
would night come home sooner
to find its lover there, unfaithful
in some newness of being, chrysalis,
still shimmering from the sun

05/22/2006