Safe Seed Pledge

So deeply full

            of follies

I can't catch

            my breath

So I spin them

            through the rain light

through the sun clouds, spin them

like strings of sugar that stretch

and bend

Can you let

           these missteps

lay fallow, and just sip

           them like tasting

wine, just sip them so you

know the flavor, sip them

as the rain rushes

down, turning all sound

to damp whisper?

Like thistle, I have waited

            for the

clinquant sun jitters

            to fall upon my skin

and all the wet sounds

shout now

so all our ears can

            feel them

You see, all lost

           men can breathe

this air, but they cannot

keep it.

I know

what I am looking for,

but I will not

            seek it.