a poem that states the things I know ....
I know returning Sandhill Cranes mean Spring
... the pewter darkness of clouds bring thunder
what lives must die
I know the rip of broken hearts sunder
I know the timeless April breeze
... the smell of my fathers cologne
I know the taste of you on my tongue
that the sun on my face means home
I know the deep magic bound in a book
... that music fuels my soul
what goes around comes around
I know how sorrow takes a toll
I know the wicked weaving of knowing
... the rush of cool to hot
I know the firework love of a child
that the price of love is sought
you know this rhyme is an ouroboros
forever chasing the true
just as I'm sure I have it
another known fragment comes through
so I'll close before I linger
before knowing is cheapened by more
the only thing I know for certain
knowing is an open door
I know the beauty of simple things
... the light of the sun and moon
I know that love is the everything
and that the cranes are gone by June ....
