Now give this Poem your Name

Only weeks ago

the horse chestnut tree was darting

his long bony limbs towards an ash-sky

now a thousand broad tongues lick

air and sunlight and a bright-green globe

rises towards this cobalt baldachin

Picking the blossoming sweet woodruff

that waited for me for months in dark forest ground

this sly four-story umbrella trickster

hiding his scent and flavor and virtue

only to be released when dried and revitalized

I face the canopy and say

Might come a time, a time might come

when you do not sleep anymore but

just rest to the world

and move through your dreams in a way

like snake slithers warm and dry over any surface

when yes or no are one thing

wind and water, fire and earth

know each other so well...so...well

that there I no separation between

wing and toe and scale and leaf

And linear time

becomes just a first-graders infantile exercise

as all breath is one

and laughter and weeping

and you do not sleep anymore but

just devote yourself to the stream feeding the tides

being woven into while creating it

dying and being born to it at once

at once

continuously at once

And then you know what it is

that you can turn into gold and gems

What it is that you want

and utterly urgent have to

bring to your people

Now give this Poem your Name