Oh God, this is it, this is spring,
here it is!
all the light runs parallel to the ground.
Ice is gone, hallelujah, broken glass!
here are trilliums, and rabbits,
this fucking light
is so brilliant.

All winter we slept in caves and frozen ditches,
shut our eyes against everything.
Now the peonies are sprouting,
pulling through the earth,
painfully,
we are forgiven.
we wake up with our shoes on,
ready for the road.