Candace Pearson




I sing you forward, I sing you back,
even as the path beyond my window
disappears into cirrus and smoke

I sing you forward, forward but it's a lie:
a sparrow whistling sideways to fool the hawk,
whirlpools refusing to spin

And so I chant, back, back, even as you are all forward motion
and tumbling head first,
not a single second glance

Come, come as angled light, as puff of air,
hear me say your name in morning,
in the fluttering of regret, the reluctant twilight,

thread separating from the cloth. Your body singing,
its rowdy chemistry stilled, a skiff
on an uncharted sea. I sing you back,


I sing you forward into the sprung-up hope of spring,
into the oak, abiding, into dragonfly and thunder,
a tune so loud it splits the sky


Photo credit: Scott Larsen