search for fiddleheads
when they are greening on the riverbanks
of the waters where you were baptized
by a thousand springs
claimed safe
in the unspun days that wilt in your hand
weave your winding sheet
lay it to bleach in the sun
keep it well mended
remember—
its time will come
keep your head in winter, it feasts
on deprivation in the thaw
marvel revelrous
with a mighty racket
before a new &
wholly spirit