2024-01-04

poetry/c/cultivator.txt

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+Cultivator
+2022-05-20
+
+***
+
+We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I,
+and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die.
+But it's impossible to plan for every contingency.
+What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living?
+
+I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide
+and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside.
+There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body
+that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings.
+
+In the birds that convened outside my window
+gathered in a flock until they took flight,
+in the blackened tree branches that scraped
+against an ashen gray sky,
+in the first blooms and blossoms
+of my garden in birthing spring:
+if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander