Do all the if-only-I-could things
all of the pointless, wonderful things
To be able to swallow the broken
we must feast on what is still whole—
It’s not that we’re abandoned,
but that we demand delight
at every turn.
We can only stay sated so long…
Go early.
Flush blackbirds from hedges,
let the cat find warm trails
of hedgehog, pukeko,
quail…
No feather will fall in quite the same way;
not in this spot, from that height,
to be caught between two heads of rye…