God and the poet
What do they own in common
Only the heavens!
Melt, faster this time
Dissipate, finally, then
Rise again to pow’r
Hat back on your head
And stop tipping it to me
I need no kudos
It’s talkin’ to me,
the Galaxy. Suggesting
that I move beyond.
Just a single dance
With zero expectations
Was all I hoped for
Last season’s daisies
Make way for coming clover
Then…perfect poppies
I’ll speak on in bliss
I’ll choose such feigned ignorance
We know what follows
Reach. Oh, please reach!
It’s your strength, your needfulness
That tells us, “Reach, too.”
I’ll leave you speechless
You try me, I promise you
I befriend crickets
Are they red-handed?
Or, my glasses too rosy?
The questions I need….