broken and the bone marrow is laughing
by gm
Margaret McKeon
crow-cawing break of dawn’s fast
stir of wind on lake’s morning glass
exhale chimes stillness of leaves
first drop: pluck of rain or friendship
this thing broken and inbetween
but ….. live here
yes ….. here
in loon’s cracking night holler
before the hill-echo, the hum of your flight
and spider that one week
took residence in my rearview mirror
hurry, hide, I’d say
I need highway speeds on this highway
yes, new webs of silk strung from her spinnerets
yes ….. here
here, where whale is air and water
and puffin returns shoreside to nest
what rest …… oh
in the between of our gendered world
but
…………………. here
……….. the airbreath edge
of living/death
of energy and matter, live here