Setting The Thing You Love Free

Setting this thing you love free,

It departs, leaving you on fire.

Passions stoke more in absence,

Communion acute in silence.

It may return on wings or seed,

Tired bird back to nest in heart,

Or as a strong tree yet unborn,

Of deeper roots, farther spread.

And wheels of my life grinds on,

Amidst endless lines of traffic,

That extra legal word in draft,
Oracle bugs and graze of cows.

(2012)