as a flower embraces rain
because it’s rooted to the earth
and cannot move.
as a lonely cabin cherishes
burning to ash
when its burning matters nothing
because it has been forgotten already
and so it is dying twice.
as your mother embellishes her love for you
so when you ask her why she misses you so
she replies only, Because you are my son.
Written at 12:38 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.