The bones remember

A little boy of three who misplaced his mother.

And, as he grew,

a bird of shadow brought to him

a terrible knowing.

Aloneness and fear.

How to bear?

How to do?

Who will care?

Singleness incubates a strange and strong beauty,

and the bones remember its learning.

At marrow’s end they keep, in plasma, our stardust.

Revere them. Lay them well,

that a life may knit with the cosmic.