Late Spring Flowers

RISING

It could be like this rising
Into a greater brightness,
Close now to the source
Where nothing separates us

From the light. It could be
Like returning to a place we
Have forgotten from a time
Before this migration,

Rediscovering the Earth
Tree by tree, flower by flower,
Always haunted by wings, but now
Only timeless like light.

Open door number one.
Open door number two.
Open door number three.