In the rarefied air after sickness
every poison distinct harsh thickness
so be wary, grounded and aligned
as I show up, canary in the mine.
Bluebirds keep returning to their birthbox
invading house sparrow dives in and mocks.
I wonder why they stay, locked ancestral
patterns simple imperatives: nests will
be best here. Back in my family home
where every slipshod deviation poem
inspires, the castigation is severe,
the burning wrath of generations sear
yet I must step into the flames. My way
is through. A life anonymous won’t do.
When standing in the light, be sure the dark
is summoned. All the open wounds will mark
the entry I create. And though the hate,
the bitterness, the ire surrounds me, fire
channeled from all the unsettled places
bursts into now, still I open love’s spaces.