What to give you?

The black bird or the perfect arc
it made while flying upward over

green cypress reminding me of
Roman coliseums and grander things

than this three story walk-up.
Perhaps a moment, which expanded

and breathed when I saw
fragile translucent star blossoms

a field of them blanketing the lawn
that one day will be our home.

And I wasn't afraid.
A song, I'll give you a song

to sing to the rocks we will use
to fill that defunct septic tank.

They'll carry that tune to the
wooden beams of our future,

hammered together by hands that pray
with gratitude for all we do not know.

-Christy Passion