for Tess

 

 

Already the world

is waiting for you.
Loaves,

discs of sun,
moth wings drifting

through an ancient night.
The sum

of all imaginings
rests in you,

seeds glowing
in the warm dark,

a deep music
circling your heart.

There's a song
to sing you forth

into this screaming light;
forgive us as we sing it.