May I come home now?

May I walk out into

the ringing symphony of twilight choruses

May I sit with you for a lifetime?

May I touch the soil

under my fingertips

I feel you growing, growing, growing

I taste the resonsance

of sweet wind folding down the hillside

a cloud of scented dreams

rising from the flowerheads

I peer you in the sunshine

and hear you in the moonlined darkness

On the back of my eyelids I see you neverending

green and green and green as the light intended

In my nightmares

you are always ending

only ending

when I am without you

I am sick with closeness

Can I come home now?

Your bewinged,

finned and fractaled,

breathing,

feathered,

beating

Your becoming shaped

by sunlight, water, gravity

I can come home now

to your wild (re)calling

as you wonder

scattering blue

green as the light intended

tectonically sighing

Where is your creation?

Coming home now

home now

home

the tide comes in

sensuous and soft

the Sea filled up with life

pulls at my diaphragm

I am salty through

osmosis watching

between the waves

only their tender oscillations

“Come back to me,”

I’m called to

by the cradle of creation.

I hex you

to be full of wonder.

I curse you

with curiosity that knows no bounds.

Do not strive to be holy

how boring?!

Aspire instead to be the mucky treasure that grows on river rocks

teeming with life

and slippery when stepped on.

I dare you

to reach into your pulsing longing

then weave it through with all your fears

and watch

the new bewinged beast

flutter to life.

Be as wholesome as heartache

howling your grief from the stratosphere.

Speak to the snakes

in many different tongues

for they are full of wisdom.

Grow your grief into enormous flowers

that eat people

and spit out savages.

In fact, may you yourself

never be the least bit civilized again.

Go forth now

heartful, beautiful disaster.

The cosmos as my witness,

I hex you.