Reckless

Bring them home,
all of them.

Let my heart swell
making room, for every one.
Break it open like the empty cup it is.
Let the raw parts show,
bright as bone. The many things
you love die many times, ways.

What happened was
in the winter I let them in
nothing else mattered.
I wanted them to be warm,
while they're here. Little
I can do, while we wait
for the spring, the pain.