How It Can Be Done

Cardinal rodeo call lariates the dawn, robin sings
sun into being, sensing before we do the shard
of light that says this is where it begins. Me

up and sitting on the cushion shivering wonder
back into my bones after all the twittering
about variants, convoys, Highland Park. How much

silence to fill this hole of being human, this void
in the echo of bird song? It takes so long to gather
what is essential. The sheer weight of it grinds you

down to dust to dust to dust you shall return to
the spaciousness of a single breath, this exhalation
into the multisphere of birds, trees, fungi weaving

songlines, roots, hyphae holding it all together,
showing how it can be done, this caring
for each other. How it can be done.