“The entire world is shining with things we cannot see.”
                                                       Akiko Busch How To Disappear, p.3

Light left from the mysterious trajectories of my children.
Threads coaxed from the moon’s edge.
Sun breaths.
The glittering confetti of birdsong and insect chatter.
Chlorophyll smoke from the leaves.
Dogs’ bark balloons rising over rooftops
Tiny stars in the grass.
All the ashes in all the moving waters.
Hands reaching out of new prayers,
the limp ribbons drooping from the unanswered.