Milkweed
Milkweed
I
Pricked by love’s needle
I bleed tears
Each trembling globe
A liquid exhalation
Whispering your Name
But don’t mistake
These tears for sadness
They are sprung
Witnessing the fullness
Of creation
II
Love is our constant companion
It is there every time we forget ourselves
In the focused attention
On another
It is there every moment
we inhale winter’s crisp
And push our sled off
with a whoop
Over the edge
Love is our constant companion
It doesn’t leave us
Even when our bodies do
When our time is ripe
Death cracks us open
Our essence released
Like the down of a milkweed
To float among us
And germinate once again
In the fertile ground