In looking at the
stars, last night, this
early morning, I was
thinking about the
flow of the trees, up
into the character of
the heavenbound — and
how they flowed there,
went up there, branches
supporting the stars
like myriad lanterns.
But the flow there, rising
up, the rhythm — these, to
the others is such
reference, to the idea that
I’m seeking.
Being in the fluent instant,
that ideasand inspirations come
likerain, beauty rebound.
And everything moves
in some seen cycle, pleasure
known, contained:
contentment joined.
If I go there, I will be one
with that beauty, emerging
and with that, red band rising
morning comes.
