We come to things in strange ways
Perambulatory
Approaching from the side
These things that makes their nests in us
Where our sorrows and our joys hatch and grow

Sometimes
As an angel
Falling
Arms splayed out
Like a plane falling to earth
Wings extended
Pouring towards the truth
At screaming speeds

Then suddenly a bright snapping
Skin into place

Unpack the word love
And find a widow pouring
Handfuls of dirt upon the grave
Find her waking in the dark
Years from now
Alive
Between the seams