It’s better to want nothing

more than a voice

to say what is sweet

what is sacred

but not what you can’t say.

The sky & earth sundered

diamond dust froze

for a child to speak at home.

Say what you must to the house

where your parents live/d

even if it’s not the same

door you remember.

The former house hears you

the land remembers all

buildings, homes, temples

and never forgets a foot

that traipsed over its face.

I’ve forgotten what I said

I wanted to tell you

but no matter

the wind says it for me

the wind says it for you

to know a secret

weather holds.

It’s raining again and on

your birthday

droplets are heavy.

Your lover has left you

an umbrella.