Durga, Fall, 2016

leaves attack me
and stick to me like bats until I
am more leaf than man 
November, your cold, cold nails
I fall to earth palms turned up 
and by prayer falling inscribed on the
little least of all acorns, with an ant
for witness, I shall overcome 
witness me now as I, into the sun 
turn sideways and go
just another door, all this suffering 
Durga, you feed me the answer 
whole: take this candle that is thyself 
burn and be beautiful.
set it up now, a light to light 
the darkness.