The beings I live with tell me with droops
and drops their needs. Outside I bring scoops
of seeds for shy titmice and chickadees
who grab and go past sparrow-crowds to trees.
I live alone free from conspiracy.
My urge to nurture focused finally
on loving me. The giver now receives
and balance is my byword. I believe
and so I question everything. The guys
have gone, the wreck death wrought capsized. Our ties
are strong. I will it so. Hypnotic daze
and outbursts typic of narcotic waste
forgiven as the tides of love sweep clean
assiduously. With the birds and green
gloriously alive I start anew
passion ignited, singing my breakthrough.