Tonight I'm An Orphan

Tonight,

I miss standing on the curve

of the world,

feet planted in dark earth,

toes rooted,

Coyote calling a shivering,

lilting moon

dissolving in God's mouth.

Tonight,

I miss the fields,

hoe in hand,

sparrowhawk rippling the sphere,

and light spinning infinitely.

Tonight,

I miss the terrestrial being

who understood

we are sons and daughters

of the universe

and spirit air we breathe.

In the city of big shoulders

the world does not curve,

my feet are uprooted,

light is finite.

Tonight, I miss being your son, father.

Tonight, I miss being your son, mother.

Tonight, I am an orphan

dissolving

in God's mouth.