butter lamb

if the smallest waters do bind to make the sea then i do trust thee

in the wide thaw i've seen the stars of night reflect upon the tide

as if to lay across and make unfar all of the body of sea

that is how i did love thee

butter lamb on easter and sugar cut from the cane

where the rabbit and the wolf came to lay on the 16th day full moon

i told you i was here

and boundlessly

that is how i did love thee

but still people need small things

the feeling of water

of labor and sleep

the freedom to leave

but when i returned you were no longer there to receive me