from winter garlic
healing: this month
i am
on a bridge
over a purple bruise river in six inch heels
and a shattered cloak
i hold
my friend the winged boar
i hold
a weak but guiding light
i hold myself
a child haunting my click-clacking steps
i unfurl
the vines of my child hands
protecting fragile seeds of
pink wildflowers
they bloom
they breathe
i hold my friend
the winged boar
also called
Nevers
also called
Possibility: The Pig Who Can Fly
i hold
my nevers
my weak but guiding light
i take one step at a time
blossoms overflow my child hands
i follow the petals
to a field
of sweet summer cornflowers
blue butterflies
and delight