his hair
was a fractal of the whole universe.never-ending depths,twigs and birds,the smallest yellow flowers.
overgrown cemeteriesrolling canola fieldssun-baked canyons andsnow-capped mountains
The summer’s water broke a shift in balance and the heavy sky released its weight on the earth
but to clean not burden.
Flood every crack, crevice and deepest canyon wherethe pain resides.
On that early June day, the first time in the year when the temperature of the air is indistinguishable from skin,
borders dissolve
and I left the world of two
to join the world
beyond.
