If you could say just five words to me,
what would they be? Would you remind me fondly of
the chickadee’s lazy morning song?
In seven words, just seven, would you tell me how
in deep forgotten glades
wind traces its secrets in skeletal leaves?
With five words left to you, a slow exhale
would you spell the mountain’s sacred path in stone,
to help me find the way?
February 13, 2010