poem

 

(untitled)

Descending through the symphony

of cloud to see the topography

of Earth—tan, green, and blue,

where you know what prison it is

and why, and how

to loose the knot;

derived from the steady attention

of silent decades;

to descend through

the quiet orchestra

into the cacophony;

bring it into tune

where water, rock, and life

vibrate mutually

simultaneously;

descending through

the symphony.