Blood

i cut my finger this morning

red blood born into the world

a storm of birds

crooked their necks

toward the sound

of the spaces

in between

far away a whistle

a bark

your hair

your big eyes

your body

your body

where are you

little girl wearing the big heart?

i will look for you

in the swaying treetops

immense vastness

blue sky

emptiness

present moment