Because if you don’t, you won’t see the jubilee
that accompanies the divine assemblage of
sun, rain, and growth
in this specific outcropping,
barn raising, grove blooming, waking up.
Because if you don’t, you won’t smell the musk
that clings to your fingers as you hold a scarlet bud
and at the same time let go
of the past, the present, the future
in search of a different one.
Because if you don’t, you won’t hear the patter
of teardrops as she walks behind you–
never wanting the clippity-clop of
calves’ hooves and the specific moment
–that encompasses worlds with you–