Big hearts. i can feel them, smell their blood
Filling, swelling, bursting over the Spring.
Rosary bees weave the new air around me-
A braid for me to pray on...
Please, bees, I promise you that I am
not a flower, But I am not afraid of you.
To the left, an ant is trying to wear my
Forgotten shoe, but let him-
An eye distracted is watching
My hand pluck chinks of buried light
out of the earth.
And right, there is music!
Oh, big heart, swell and share yourself-
I will leave my shoes in the tangle of this shade
And we shall be unafraid
And we shall be, unafraid.