when god made me he was singing and i am
finishing the song—the way birds unfeather
themselves into kaleidoscopic color, cosmos
creating cosmos, when he said "let there be wings"
and fed them spoonfuls of breath. when i say
i love you i mean: i am not alone
inside of it, there is that same
ripening air, world-mothering air—god
as a little girl
dancing.
Rowan Tate is a Romanian creative and curator of beauty. She reads nonfiction nature books, the backs of shampoo bottles, and sometimes minds.