there’s a hole in the garden
and a beast fucking up our roots
all these positions before we woke
to see again how everything is moving
there’s a blur strong in its unreach
and a body stepped out of earth
i’ve learned to listen, i’m learning to hold
these shoulders sore with another bird perching
felt after it, after today
old growth and growing pains
until that hole to fall in
we never rested much, so let’s rest here
post-hibernation, post-shed this coat
we’ll bare all and remember
(bare all and remember)
(bare all and remember)
