A New Creation
Do not describe an avalanche that carries away
The face of a mountain.
First a few stones, now
A new geography
What an opportunity
and night of sweet caress
a summer’s night
I started a barefoot disciple-
(I resisted in school a less subtle lesson-
have a high degree, and expertise- matriculation in resistance)
and the genies of what we’ve done!) and the challenge…
spreading across summer sands where nothing else wanted to establish.
protected amidst these vines and hot sand.
White trumpet flowers of delicate fuchsia tints, above yellow gold funnels of gourd flowers between great globe weeds
willing to tumble in ecstasy
at even a breeze.