Geometry

Every once in a while 
sea birds make it to the country:
- with the ocean on your left if you look ahead, he writes, that’s your North. So, I walk
backwards
trying to rescue the last decade.
The birds visit me in dreams | as they always do
when I grieve a land or yet another 
man. - I’m home, I say to myself |
they collapse snowy 
wounds instead of wings - cavities 
I peer through 
only to find other flesh birds 
flying: - leave, they lull. This heart 
beating to darken midnight waves 
in cold June waters
Love grows like a storm 
and in its debris, I surrender to the Ocean
Burning 
I regret nothing 
Love is wilderness blazing in the beaks of animals
elopes in the night Awaken. Its refuge 
in the knowing:
- I Could Have Loved You. I say
to Myself.