Dreaming the dead back to life: pleasure & gentleness.
Grateful for this miracle, this bubble of reunion.
Harps bounce & hum there in the firmament.
The fundament. Coining likenesses. Did you say something?
Bricks crumb, bones powder: this helps make potting soil.
Clay reproduces! Ploughs heal the fields they wound.
Today we trim the rabbit’s nails upside the hutch,
Nail up the bat-house, baptize each other with the hose.
I’m flame. A flag going up a flagpole. I’m
The beetle dropped by the mother bird, picked up again.
The heart’s a tomato with lips. Woodpeckers tap hosannas.
Sleepy blips & explosions fleck love's radar screen.
Something rises. Something drops. Elastic days!
Tonight the window’s black with possibility.
~ from Field of Light and Shadow (Alfred A. Knopf, a division
of Penguin Random House, 2010)
