THE EARTH STAR

And life’s course will remain unfinished.
Misheard whispers of flowers, at night.
On the first day of spring reading a letter from my brother
never written.
The number in marble.
Memory without dates.

I weave events like a bird weaves a nest.
I trust that water is always deep.
And depth is faith.
So I know not desire.

All things pass.
Even sands melt
Now it is harder and harder to bend to pick up the star from the earth