This Morning I Am Born Again

This morning I am born again, and light shines through the land

I'd give myself, my heart, my soul, to lend a friend a hand

And every deathly humming dove I love and understand

And there is only emptiness against me

Where once the dust I suffered from would find me in my sleep

It pushed me and it pulled me, and it promised many things

I moved too fast, I throttled back, ashamed at my relief

I feared the gentleness of my ambition

This morning I am light, untying unwritten belief

I ride the rising horselight as it drives across the creek

And breezes lap the bracken back and slip between my teeth

And all around is evidence of plenty

I've seen pasture after pasture and their fragments in the air

I've seen bodies flown and bodies thrown and bodies shown such care

I've gathered up my own, and there were still so many there

Asking who is making up these questions

This morning I am born, and I am for the forms we are

In our great eternal moment in the thrall of our own star

In our bordered and our neighbored and our tortured little yards

Fighting all this emptiness against us

So we hip the sumac, lip the dew sap, rip the rabbit lines

So we dash the sun-drenched tacked and tongueless "No Trespassing" signs

Like raspberries and leaves and steam, we reach into our skies

And there is only emptiness against us