A Child and a Year

In the face of mostly invasion and pain,

how could it remain apparent

That a loving intention had made us be?

Who can blame you for wanting to leave before harvest?

Somewhere in the waters of a well-known pool

floats an instruction that leads to light.

Somewhere a metaphor to manage the loose ends

and harness the glare of early understanding.

Though danger lurks, the intention persists . . .

to let things move around and grow

and run down . . . and start over again

so that it might become apparent in this mysterious dance

that sunlight and seasons return.