The bluejay’s return relieves my soul’s winter.
Wary of me, he sings from a distance.
Home has not always been a sanctuary.
Last fall, our good-bye kiss was vampiric.
I don’t expect forgiveness or impact.
I only hope for your touch, time, space.
Stop fleeing or I’ll devolve to bluejay.
Implied condescension meant. You may fly,
but I’m sky in my lone universe spring.
Abandoned, I wail blush dogwood petals.
A tree without a forest, leaves unfurl.
Open, upward, plaintive palms begging note.
No visitors come, deep roots thin, brittle.
No connection, commune, family, flow.
I live as I gulp my solar savior.
Hands close, eyes shut, deaf to blue jay’s new call.
Blooming has proved more painful than hiding.
Breathless, I shrink sensing late petals,
the light tunnel beyond spring’s tepid fires.