Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Know

“Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways…” - Rumi

I’d break the mold
Cast a maple spell on summer,
tether tonight’s dream

I’d stand inside the dream
Tadasana,  mountain to
stones in the river, silent

under paddle strokes.
I’d be diamonds in the smoke,
shining out our anthem.

I heard it yesterday.
Stagecoach Road wore fire pinks
along its limestone shoulders

I’d be the feathery sedum
beside it, delicate Tennessee triskelion
ready with all three arms

to wrap you up
in waterfalls, in high humidity
with leviathan heart,

whispering a sturdy pledge,
like the one of armadillos to fire ants -
we will follow you to the end of time.