A Song for Red Mornings in Spring

let this be the book of the rooster
of the eastern sky
call of the robin breast
of the drained morning and hoards running

let it be the wind at backs and feet stirring
let it be unstoppable
a wave
a high ground seeking

a knowing
a beginning as much as an end
let the trees fall where they must
flying back behind a flooding ground

an answer of blue sky coming
let me know and keep knowing
trust the hips and feet to move forward even unwavering
let the sun rise and see me soaring

let me be forgiven for all I leave
at my feet for all I cannot carry or convince
let me keep running
until I get there let me get there.