“In and out of windows
as we have done before.”
Moving in and out of being
stopping just this side of seeing,
in and out of life they pass,
kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.
Each their special shapes they wear,
striving on from here to there.
From here at the start of a brand new day
to there where life just bleeds away.
Filling up the time between
crawling, walking, flying, creeping,
laughing, shouting, humming, weeping.
Still not knowing what it might mean.
The leaf that shrinks and flutters
from the unwounded tree
is a lifetime’s education for you and me.