
trees are mostly made of air
sometimes water sometimes wood
of nests birds and flowering fruits
until the winter when they're bare
birds are mostly made of light
sometimes feather sometimes song
a morning tune a hollow bone
against the sky when they're in flight
the sky is mostly made of breath
sometimes blue sometimes gold
of inhales, exhales, lover's swoon
the rumbling thunder warmth of death
death is mostly made of dreams
sometimes nightmare sometimes sweet
from which we wake toward where we lean
collected memory falling leaves
leaves that fall are made of time
sometimes dull sometimes divine
seasons round the sea of seconds
life's most cruel and simple crime