Universal

I reached deep into my sorrow

And found it was the world's

While each one thought

It was uniquely his own

With its singular tints and shades

Not knowing where it was rooted

On cloudy days I heard the kuyil

Sing of its homelessness

Its love shadowed by the need to borrow

Someone else's nest for its brood

The original sin, if it could be called that

Was to disobey even if it meant losing a home

To walk out for the sweet poison of love

To leave the shade and safety

Of an unchanging, unsurprising hell

For the uncertainty and cycles of a lively heaven.