Jul 2, 2014
storming
grab hold of the branch for
awhile
because this storm will not stop
turning for you to pass
every ripple from every drop is a galaxy
with one more hope sucking all
into the sacred circle
.
you are subject to this magic
it keeps you in its belly
as you wait for new life
your thicket will be paved over
someone will park a car
right on the spot
where you made your declaration
the bough that sheltered you
will burn under someone’s mantle
feeding the tongue that makes metal
or hardens clay against the
harsh truth of time
.
your dust will sate the mouths of millions