Make Them Anyway
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

The dead ring out of their bodies, like
tones from a bell. Sometimes we have to
uproot from home to follow the unfamiliar way.
There are still uncreated lights, and the strangers
you pass whisper: “I am you.” Live into the day.
Speak in movements. The joy of the lesson
never mastered leads to realizations of the beautiful.
The love-vowels you make when singing
diminish with distance. Make them anyway.
And when you leave, the praying mantis
in the garden will turn its face and watch you go.