How?

How is it the goose

Lifts up from the pone

Or a child to walk

On own two feet

Or a bird to take

First flight of wing?

No one knows

How is it

We trust these wings

These bones and feathers

With each lifting

Of our heads

To rise from bed

To open eyes

To know

The sun will rise?

No one knows.

How can we trust

This world of ours

To keep its flowers

Or bring its green’

Spring coming after

Every winter

Without fair?

No one knows.

How is it

I meet you

This bundle of words

Sent to no one

For no reason

A bottles sailing

With secret message

To land

On your shores?

No one knows.

Faith is not a word

A goose would use

But feels it none the less

To know bones

Will hold wings together

For the thousand miles

Of flight

To come or go

From no one knows where

How can you doubt

The years ahead

When the world has

Done so much

To bring us together?

Why waste those

Secret energies

If it all must end

Tomorrow?

Why expend spirits

On such matters,

As if fate thought

Us trivial?

No one knows.

But when I life

My wings to fly

Or arms to hold you

I know it is forever,

It is for that time

Beyond winter

And the time before

The first flake falls

To all those times

All those buds to bloom,

This life, that life

The life that comes

Tomorrow – and all

The tomorrows after that.