From here, we are.
Reversals make homes
as bindings cradle bones.
Dandelion spring is a
life spreader, as if the seeds
of destiny were jagged yellow
suns, intent on dryness and flight.
Cardinals are direction, an almost
squeal that comes off high and sends
the red message from the blueness
to the bark and limb. To meander:
to go from no place to no where.
Space makes why out of time
while when waits for how to
engineer a dusty long-term
nest. Two nostrils, two
ears, two eyes, chiseled
from teeth and lips
and jaws.
Roman Ryan 