Becoming. Some days
are calm and warm - the summer clouds In the mind
- like flakes of light - unconscious On blue and
cumuli - and bees remix The fragrance
and the heat - and green is power. Pass on beyond
all science and its tricks
Accumulate
on high and thoughts of thunder
Fill the humid air. The cabbage-whites are crowded
Of
the shade: genetic spirals. The helix
Of the sun breaks through the sky -
Where gold's embossed
The
acids of the flowers. Blackbirds - moss
And roses know the code - where songs transfix
My thoughts divide from logic into wonder -
As all the traits of this determined hour
Towards the sacred garden - of our loss.