A poem I had forgotten

My mind that morning was

suddenly recalcitrant jars of honey

when berries are only a shivering idea

for a moment again

but the awful wheeze

You didn't ever really forget, but only mislaid

Meteor showers, falcons, prayer

They are built where your gills used to be

Hold a poem right, speak gently

And you'll see

Sonora Mindling-Werling