Learning to Live

Like flower petals the days have fallen
away. Counting, childishly, all the meals
I could not eat, I have stored the numbers
like wafers under my tongue instead. Count
the moons as they give birth then disappear.
Love is as tangible as myth. Pleasure a luxury
for daffodils that nod over water, rapt
by January winds bending their bodies
closer to the source of reflection. Hold
your hand up/shade out the sun. Watch
the birds dart toward some distance
unreachable even by trees. All things will
gather at the gate of ends eventually