The wind is ridiculous in its grand gesture
rolling over the land like a giant serpent
squeezing the cold North air,
the fatted turkey devoured
the marrow of family cracked open
and sucked clean

I prefer simple things. The sound of sunrise
in all these blue hours, the touch of your breath nearest
me, the knowing it took to be with
you,
to be tangled in destiny with melancholy limbs.

The wild geese have gone. They leave no shadows behind.
You are my religion.
I love you longer than I can remember.