She looks at life and the trees
as the end meets the beginning and times of beyond
touch the limits of now
where fragments gather not forming a whole
in the behind of the shadows
to weigh it all down
and coat themselves in dust forever.
She looks at life and the trees
before they burst
where the roots are alive but not more;
the unseen binding death to life
in the very last moment which is empty like never before.
She looks at life and the trees
as she collects herself
– those pieces left between spaces and time
picking each one to rest in her palm
blowing the dust off before letting it fall
The Great Preparation
for God-knows-What
where each little piece must be looked at
and held.
Notes From Afar 