Images emerge from the deep source:
pine tree...
birds.
All the earth, the air:
rootedness and
flight.
I sing myself to sleep
night after night
my voice becomes choral,
polyphonous:
hope, passion,
blood
chatter
insensate drumming
stream to the sea
history, people,
the great
the poor
dying
the crackle of paper
names
marching to money
soldiers
flight of geese
a gesture of human warmth
birth
baby’s cry
still the moon’s mystery
a tree
shaking its needles
receiving birds
past and present
dancing the repetitions
rhythms
of life
death
Oh, yes, I want immortality
the tree in me says
balm of completeness
a sparrow alights on the tip of a branch
together they sway
branch and bird
at the exact moment
a wave of light
moves from behind
the shadow
of a
cloud.
