Day Zero

This is day zero.
The revolutions are afizz.
Parades spill out into the street.

Young women are releasing their
bare legs back into the wild.

The trees are spotted with green
after many months without you
the vague promise of seeing
you causes my heart to
burst in an explosion of feathers
and blossoms and songs.

Let us say there are souls.
Let us say all souls long for shelter,
a physical shell, a botanical tent, an edifice.

All rivers always were and
never find completion,
because there is no answer in completion.

There is a universe where there is no matter
only different wavelengths of light.

There is a universe where coins in the pockets
of people chime in time to the heartbeat of a czarina.

When she sleeps we sleep her sleep.
Then such awakening!

Let us say all life wishes to live, as
essentially as the process of osmosis, both fluid
and mechanical, a love that does not require a heart.

Now let me say
she has a face, and
you can call her
by your own name,
and we both can
speak the language,
the tongue of a human mind.

I walk outside sans jacket.
Spring is here.
This is day zero.