Gatherer / Evolver

Mornings made me hopeful
as if we foraged in this spring.
That’s the word that stings though--
thinking something new could grow.

I saw you bright, and before me
buzzed under my breath, hot and electric.

reduce, reduce--

Gatherer, Evolver. Perpetuate.

These hazards became hardwired, didn’t they?

can you stop it ? will you synthesize ?

We trek on, resilient
in collaboration with their crushing bones.
(And that word comes to me again.)

It comes and do I dare look?
In reverence to what choked us out?
It separated us.
Will we bind or burst under these rising -- aching -- sines?