Confirmation

Wild birds form
distances
for a restless eye

They retain
then edify
the soul's longings

I have lived late
and unpracticed

My faith essentially
eroded

I'm possessed now with
duration

There is no measurement
to the turning
of a leaf into soil

Being descends
with a slowness

Innocently enough
to witness

This river
awakened by the morning sky

A vale of close light

A light incarnate