like the sun
I pluck you from rain-wet grass
wrap you in aluminum
and put you in my paper bag
Icy Morning Mushrooms
Barnacles on a log
Silk and velvet polypores
Where shifting waves peel open blue,
On my sea chair
I rock up and down a cold emerald wave.
Where am I?
Poised between sea and sky, where
With their tale of deserts and limes.
O decaying world, in the mind I seek
Rest, and waves, sun, and pale
Untrammeled sky, ribbon of myself cut
Again and again.
Out the window at the green and blue,
Earth connected to sky by lightning-armed trees
Devastation without and within.
I clutch a pale hope
That song can
Heal the world,
That music, balm of ages
Will flood the world.