we lean
into one another's broken parts
a pair of thrush
rebuild their nest
*for Inky
alone
gazing out upon
the breakwater
everything I've lost
everything I've birthed
sharing love
with another child
I count
the different shapes
of each snowflake
an iris
trapped in a vase
like love
there are things
we never wanted
knapsack
and cane pole
I search
the pond's edge
for an answer
a hopi carves
the kachina from cottonwood
my roots too
are plucked like shavings
from the whittler's knife
