a fall upside-down, transfigured into spring: that is you.
glassy-eyed rain drops swollen from a storm.
barbed winds into my
deepest valleys charging —
the thundercade of skies erupting
into blinded chaos.
a shake of heaven at a single hand!
but, oh, what green then. what
dewed newness, undiscovered.
what was it the poet said?
everything depends upon you, dear — you.
the chaos and the chrysalis.
glazed with rainwater,
beside me.
