I thought of you this morning.
your anger towards your father
how it is a black shadow, draped from behind, like a cloak
what would happen if you turned around?
The shark behind me in the blue abyss
what would happen if I turned around?
at how little we are told
how poorly we communicate.
I am cold
there is snow in my dreams.
What melts the snow?
your pumpkin pie
Tears melt snow
I am happy for the rain today.
There is fire in the belly of the earth
an annihilating fire.
But where we think we have dug the deepest, to the bottom of our well,
it is dark and cool and moist and still.
Optimal conditions for the sprouting of new life.