for Isa Pickett
Porch cactus catches the sun
and lights-up like a cellphone with good news
Below the balcony
the young family from Bethlehem
roasts salmon over charcoal
Conversations of warm weather at-last and
pinewood derbies rise
with zucchini smoke
with cicada ocean song
I-40 stirs a lazy tide
even the willows wave safe morning
I know holy neighbors!
Robins bawuing from brown sugar nests
Brier Creek testing new directions
the wild honey caps ready to spread on toast
four-hundred miles away picking figs in a cemetery
under the same trans-pride sunset
I have news! I started HRT! I caught this song in a jar!
My hair is wisteria
and my body is sunsimmered chapel glass!
Look through me from each direction
That’s where god rests
Chamomile is a peripatetic word wrangler & a friend to small critters. Her work has also appeared in Five South.