How long’s it been, baby
Since a wind came to your window
A breeze of the bilowy sort
And though it arrived loud
Quieted you?
How many days, mama
The fog, it clogged your lungs
A freedive into the depths
And through its grey unknown
Empowered you?
The walls won’t demur
serpent at My ankles, always
Unending morning, I Am
Forever working out the pain
Unweaving the lies from the hours of you
The promise, I Am
As yet undelivered to the ether
Present and unstoppable now, you hearts
Wedded, I Am
To the heavens, to the Everywhere
Moving, pondering all of you ages, We
Her stripes will never be white-washed
Her rudbeckia sun
Will never be tilled under
Love!
What cheapness have you done?
Your patch of earth, a briar field
Tall thistle lines your way
When beauty comes to ask you
Dear!
What answer will you say?
The Sun
