convinced

remember in the springtime that blossoms are coaxing
pollinators and me back outside to be with the warming
world of first life and when i breathe a fast porous series
of gasps taking in the air of the same generation as you
we are in a way becoming a section of the universal
that is the location i wish to surround with my voice
keeping an anchor lightly plugged into the heart center
of what love does to distance geometries which surrender
themselves to collapse