(lost poem; found poem –
read it loud; read it in your best performing voice)
Awake in the world
you don’t always have to turn the lights on in the dark
find your own way out
but what is difficult is to live well
live well through the sickening death of light, reflection and shadow each day
through fatal blossom and lingering leaves and greyed snow and burnt skin
defiant petals in the wind, no measuring or keeping score
preparing for endings and beginnings and the final ending and eternal begins something in the wind tells you
the leaves fall complete and whole