at the end of winter
we have all toiled with longing for strains of light to
from all that hides within us
in our dirty dish psyches
our piled newspaper, draped laundry, dripping tap, stuck door, stained tablecloth, tapping radiator, dusty curtain, full garbage
it finds us
awakening our enveloped needs and yanking the strings.
making reverberations, making songs so strong, so loud
the foliage stirs and the rocks roll away to deserving earth and bloom.
it was worth all