First Trimester

Crustacean,

Caddis,

Fossil,

What husk will you make

For form to take?

What robust shape?

The sky splits for you

And pours,

Dendritic branches mount and shake.

Little life,

Budding into eyelet

Vein, and tidy hemisphere

How hot is your

Heart?

How white your heat?

How will you greet the

Spindle of
Light that brightens your eye,

Makes your fingers separate

And flex? Are you husk enough

Without

Creative flaw?

Will the bright timing

And the soft wanting be

Invitation enough?

Unnamable,

Gather and float, easy,

Work,  You Fish,

You Mollusk ,

You Shard,

Make a sturdy house.

Fill it with light.