seeds like snow seek refuge from the wind

sailing bursts of white like light reveal the invisible

racing on the breath of heaven as tiny travellers

while I am moved by the urgency of it all

creation seeking creation

life seeking life

all that was and is will be again

oh to throw oneself to the great exhale

oh to let pneuma take you where it will

fall to earth and die

so that something monstrous

so that something marvellous

may be born by the shedding of your skin