Root Walks

On parched earth new leaves are walking in place of roots.

Spring flower seeds once more

leave their painful nests.

Why crave sleep? Closing lashes

won’t save you, nor rouse the burdened flesh.

Love and matter are waves bound together.

Stretch your hand out but stand still.

Panicked ants are fleeing.

Birth and death switch coats.

Beside a cool pond, people wash each other, taking their ease.

Your mother’s old, your father will never awaken.