At first I think that I was taken
By air
And water
Then with soft smooth quiet things
warm sand a leaf
I stretched toward movement as in how do birds
stay on up there, crying much long songs
And then I reached for fire in love

I gave over years to passion just
Spending my all til I was poor
Again again.

Recently I stood in awe
Of the three dimensionality of swans
In mist
Long boats white floating on a heaven
Traced with summer gold.

Now I bow to this gently moving stand
Of tall cathedral firs
Willows among the evergreens
Sheer feather down sheen
Lasting
Holding earth light for the lower sky.

I would try
For clement love, passion’s soothing other
with no seen end.
When I’m older I expect I’ll go on falling
For tidal water
Ignited stirring in the sun
And then the air.