6/1/2014

when the river ice has given up gone out 
     for good at last
gone forgotten like a half-hearted kiss 
     gone forgotten as yesterday
I lay myself down naked upon the jade
     bladed fields stretch 
myself long longingly under a potassium 
     moon stretch myself 
like a river or a love-thought that goes 
     out out but keeps
coming in. there is nothing like the feeling of becoming 
    alive again of finding myself on this earth fit to
live fit to bury myself like a plant
     in the sumptuous possible dirt. I am too
large for my house
     and belongings I belong to everything
and everything to me
    for instance bears lumbering along
primitive trails sniffing for 
     spring grasshoppers and I am like them
hungry and tired of long sleep 
     groggy for honey for instance underfoot
the candycane trillium nods 
     brilliantly like a monk's head burst
open in tongues at the brush of 
     god's smallest finger and I am like it
busted broken into wholeness less 
     me and more of all of this and this
surrendered to the very air. as we 
     have been told again and again for which
we suffer and suffer until we 
     see no separation no
otherness this selfish I melted torn loose
     to the sea where we all go to when we
die and why wait for that final 
     ice-out why not go now right now alive
along the moon-railed path where 
     the barred owl elevates its misunderstood
resolution above the 
     night's misunderstood domain and like it
these feelings will not 
     shut up not stutter silent at the
termination of light but sing hoot
     poorly and half mad as they may
of morning rising and my name nameless.