On this day I unlaced my roots
let eyes shed their need 
tears guild my touch / guide my touch

ripe moments 
thought not enough
are enough

my sighs extend the autumn breeze 
lift what is left
shift the weight of unspoken meaning

expecting / you

alongside

unburied 
discovered

I hate hidden / hate 
hidden / miss the lost 

slender surprise / the silver trumpet assembles 
our single strands dance into place on circular needles

rouse

so / this day breathes
and tomorrow
embryonic / fetal / sleeping

Poem and image by Jo Mariner