Perhaps you happened to see me this morning,
Unfurling in green phosphorescence from the warm womb of this April branch.
Or drifting aloft,
Pushed from the throat of a thrush, perched in joyous repose on fenceposts in the dewy breath of day.

I am spring deliciously living,
In warm, soaking sunshine rivers,
drinking and drinking
Until I am full-up of light, root to petal,
And shining again, in reflection, yellow and bright and unending.

I am a leaping thing
Alighting in hope
On the shoulders and watch chains and muddy-fingered minds of
Stodgy, plodding man-
A sudden spark of
Bright knowing.

I am cloud shadows
Racing over greening fields
Dotted with flowers of lace and glad yearning.

I dart jubilant over smooth riverstones,
Clear and racing,
And twirl with upward laughter
Caught up to blue-shot continents of sky.

I am this bursting, aching, kindled
Mountain, rose-radiant and harmonious with the heaviness of
Breaking life.

I am these lightning days,
Bright and quick and hot and disintegrating.

I am silvered sifting star-shadows
Tracing trajectories over
Ageless black ocean mirrors;

And the hidden song,
Curled and expectant inside ancient golden strings
Traced by time,
Held taut between galaxies.

06/04/2011

Posted on 06/04/2011
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