the land is a balm, a soothing salve
for broken hearts and minds, so that even as collapse is all around us in the soil, the water, and the air
we are healed from playing in the sun, and planting, and floating on our backs in the cold,
My jangling nerves are soothed by these long spring days
and the grief a little easier to bear, but harder too
the taste of salt made saltier by the taste of sweet.
thank you for listening,