wind woven weary weeping
willow droplets wait
above a moment over air
in weight of water-
woven webs in webs of water-
beading branching bends and
bends of baskets branching still
and still in baskets breaking
still the water masses hold

above us,
air is aching
after air and for the
silent-singing
breath of wind of
other worlds for phrase
to flow from hill to hill and out
-of-tunnel torrent flying over
flown and feeling for
this night of ours is warm-beneath
a waiting water weight a-
waiting water
and a waver

and
from furthest edge of
feeling feeling further
to the airing edge of branching-breaking-back and billow
blowing back-and-back and whipping
one above a path a peeling hold to hold to flow to flow-for
finger-edge of branching-edge-of-air approaching ever
ever airing closer one from side to side and up and out
upon a point

above an open window
out above
the unwarped white of mind above
the open water of the air where
every distant light is held
one breaks it’s touch with a world

and suddenly the stars
are free and flying
through the air in bending
light and ripple color
for the darkness-
of-your-eye and in a
moment all the light of
the universe is
dropped upon your mind

*

an unexpected flash
and as you blink
the constellations change
to empty air
and tears are pouring into
the clouds

~may 2 2012