" Peace be a song . Silver pool of sadness ."
slip into yourself like cloth slip out of yourself like fracture
love follows you trees on a long walk lining the way lights grounding darkness
forever seems short when stars are a mirror
nothing holds you so fall everything holds you so fight
i hold you breathe
breathe on your own can you we learned it first but grown ups forget
sunflowers planted in winter moon sing summer strong and tall
Plant by digging first make a finger-small hole add water seed watch watch watch measure each morning return sprout happens overnight as if no tending , no water , no light blank dirt to miracle
seedling delicate tender first the strongest one cracks its own shell receives liquid and day finds the light keeps moving to it tiny creep tiny creep until it emerges from invisible .
34 THE CONE - ISSUE # 11 - 2017