making good enough

we forget first how to speak

then that speaking exists

making good enough with touch feeling smell

wind sewn with cinnamon leaf

the seagulls harbingers of salt

the way a forget-me-not and a

think-of-me-so brush against

places forgotten

shins

sternums

heels

our wrists of gooseflesh

our pockets of gooseberries

and two geese downed by angel wing

shadow the forms veering southward

ground swell, mirror sky

condense rage into steel buckets

stir with 3 parts molasses

and halter a speckled pony for the momentary joy

of being paired

clank the brass back unto the hook

there, that's better

side by side in a meadow

a parallelogram socked in by facts

when we make mistakes

(and we will)

when we are human

(and we try)

we will know what it is to feel good

in an eyes shut tongue test

we'd still come up honey

not hard to taste what isn't running