To knit, note by molecular note, one letter at a time, some continuity against the chill of constant fracture. An act of resistance, to mend the minor acts of a given day to the chorus of befores and yet-may-comes.
small wish
a stitch in this time
Tag: mend
tonal shift
who leans to listen
Above a consecrated ground still wet with our new dead, a cloud of witnesses rise, beholding. What warnings, unheeded, echo now. They turn the earth again, by sighing wind, to find the moment’s tear and mend it back to here.
Branch
In the break
What snaps and cracks now, not yet formed?
Let us hold these severed parts together.
Little limbs, you deserve more light, less wind.
That you may someday know the weight of birds.