early morning flight path
descends to montreal
as the sun's ascension
presses pink and orange
up against the wind wall
of the cold-sky river
flight attendants secure
the cabin for landing
as the bare limbs of night
prepare for the morning
and the winter begins
to succumb to the spring
sunrise vomiting love
in violent beauty
as the morning gives birth
in purple majesty
to the golden-splayed day
and the burden of light
in solidarity
and relief the music
of the river and sky
and the thawing of the
long-frozen ground combine
to make a dancing rise
up from the roots in time
for me to join despite
the windchill undeceiving
me of my of my urge to bare
my skin to the burning
of a molten skyline
retreating to the car
to await the breaking
there next to the bridges
with the planet's turning
the sun the sun the sun
burning with all its might
