Yearning

Yearning

Divining like a vivid

     day's dream

of untying an ants' nest 

     quelled by rain,

released to distance,

     floats, returns. 

Whose resurrection?

     —cows back to the barn,

sheep to their fold,

     chickens to roost,

pig to pigpen, or doves 

     to dovecote.

A true birth coupled 

     with blood

startles me awake

     in a child's crib, or crypt.