Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Stars and Trees Move Ever Closer

Our unclenched hands rise into that space where
the stars and trees move ever closer together
as the night sings away the heat of the day.
We greet the stars and motion them down
from their wise muteness.

The stars and trees move ever closer together,
the trees are unclenched with spring.
We greet the stars and motion them down
to these branches licked with silver fire
of unfurling leaves.

The trees are unclenched with spring.
We give our tree house over with thanks
to these branches licked with silver fire
that cradle its strong beams like sleeping children.

We give our tree house over with thanks,
loudly singing songs to the woods
that cradle its strong beams like sleeping children.
Far above the floor of this green sea,
from this ship of the forest, we scout the distant mountains,
mapping their curves by unseen stars.

Loudly singing songs to the woods,
our ship floats tied up as in a harbor,
far above the floor of this green sea.
We lay on the deck and watch the stars
wheel about the unseen axis.

Our ship floats tied up as in a harbor,
safe against the wild things slowly circling below.
Sailing while at anchor is a triumph,
landlocked while at sea is a failure of the heart.

Safe against the wild things slowly circling below,
we do not fly we humans, cannot.
Landlocked while at sea is a failure of the heart
that pumps oceans of blood in vain.

We do not fly we humans, cannot.
But you and I are learning. My heart,
that pumps oceans of blood in vain,
rides the waves of this dark night
that wheels about the unseen axis while

our unclenched hands rise into that space where
the stars and trees move ever closer together.



R.

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