Status Updates From The Carrier of Ladders

“we have been guided from scattered wombs/ all the way here choosing choosing/ which foot to put down/ we are like wells moving/ over the prairie/ a blindness a hollow a cold source/ will any be happy to see us/ in the new home”

I see an empty bird flying
and its song follows me
with my own name
with the sound of the ice
of my own name
breaking

and we exist from within
eyes of the gods

In the hour that has no friends
above it
you become yourself
voice
black
star burning in cold heaven
speaking well of it
as it falls from you
upward

There are days when I think the future sets
beyond the mountains
then I lay me down
in fear of departures
and a heavy
net drops on me when I wake
far
far in the night
borne on
and the whole air
around me crying for you
even
when you are still there