Seed

failing.

The night hangs low

heavy with the seed of day

They fall from that vast, black womb

with a small sigh

Here you are again, they sing against my windows

Here I am again, and I feel the gravity

Of a far-off moon nodding.

Here I am again, and

Humidity no longer begs the question

Of uncried tears

The secret has been revealed

To the gasping Earth

And the reaching vine, now sated,

Hath not want:

Here, We --

Were.

And here I am again,

Sowing seeds.