As this April ends
We can wait
Wild with the honesty buds
For your light to expand

As you grow pink
We can assume
All will stay frozen
Or hope to climb up
Or fly with the crows
Into your moss centre
As rivers run
And fish swim again

We can believe
That you are not proof
Of a universe that’s cold
Or a body
Without a face

As you take up the clouds
We can dread happenings
Like a trial to negotiate
A fire to accept
Or the tail of the scorpion
Of that constellation
You’ll claim

Or we can believe nothing
Take a wager on the mystery
That comes and goes
And should never be explained