even as i plan my great escape
i bow deeply to winter
to hardening the slow of blood, sap
and waters to quiet light and
ice floating on the rivers
i bow to the difficulty in remembering
the sun is closer now
when it seems to be so distant a star
i bow to starshine and jet trails
lingering long beneath the moon
to the seeds waiting in darkness
to everything glistening, waiting
i bow to you, lovers, to your warmth
your strong embrace
to your ready laughter and sweet tears
i bow to strange awkward moments
to frustration to dissatisfied customers
leveling oblique criticisms
to the crazy truck driver this morning
doing 70 in the 40
to misunderstandings to feeling understood
to crystalline stillness
i bow to the journey down and in
to Persephone to pomegranate seeds
and the long awaited
return
