For
Janine
The
oak tree convinces me of its strength
It is a teacher
The maple sapling of Asian descent
Struggling through
a dry spell
The sun muting hemlocks in a war
with their white
infestation
the fuzzy adelgid
The ever populous poplars
The seductive air emanating
from harshless
electric ferns
There's room for many
in the sustenance
The
forest displays the lights
of all human
paintings
The needle pointillism
is a complete
and unfailing mother
Living wood stands
The Commune
of the Future
The
insects champion variety
and outrageous
shape
pushing the boundaries of beauty
beyond experience
An ancient harmony of myriads
emphasizing
and isolating
every
sound not of it
The
dramas of loud human family arguments
Big wheeler cargo tires and roar another gear
Choppers above up to no good
Relentless chain saws, back hoes, timber crack
& thud
as dogs bark and dogs bark
It could be a cat, a coyote, a fox, the bear
and water begins
to boil
in the homes
and monasteries
We
fly without machines
over tors that
look
like
hardened muscle
of
stone masons
We float over tribal vista aretes
and metaphysical
peaks
Waves crashing glistening spectrums
exploding on
the behemoth grey rocks
where the Mayakovskys and Isabelle Eberharts
hear the verse
and saga
with direct orders to be written
in the place
where adventurers
dream
a reality
running eclectic in silken wolds jubilant
bouncing through
the splendid quag
singing to the fecund rotting duff
O
elegant mushrooms and low ground berries
Behold the feral flowers of prairie and tundra
Heroic genetics of renegades
the well bred
roses are not your enemy
glorify and hosannah
the columbines and loose strife
and big leafy
hibiscus
and the mosaic meshed mandalas of randomness
weaved into
One
I'm beginning to see Design
The
great books explain it
But the heavenly blues of morning glory
delighted me
The poets and prophets sweat and secreted it
The scriptures outlined location
The scientists analyzed it to death
The priests tried to market it
The leaders of armies were ready
to kill for
it
The world was prepared to pay
or make it pay
One thing for sure
the world did
not want it free
but
I knew the running water
I had slept in a private way
with the woman
who danced
in
the sky
I had gone down on the ground
I touched her flesh
We are the sparkling belt of Orion
We are the orange moon
and the result
of the sun's light
The eyes hold the jewels
The thighs the lotus
yes I'm beginning
to see Design