I Spent So Many Years Writing
moon poems, now it is time
for the sun to rise
through the words
like rays cutting through streaks
of clouds on the horizon.
like breathing life into a poem
instead of removing death from it.
like shaping the clay of a beautiful statue
instead of chipping away at the absence of it.
this year is the year of the snake.
this year is the year of the sun poem.
this year I will find a new place to live
where light comes beaming through the window
in the morning or the evening,
where I can sit drinking coffee and write
and write and write and write
and be filled up with the rays of the sun,
with love that has been absent for so long.