39.
Womb for the ferly folk my mind by
day
your old days come true again be born
in me
bread broke open to show a beating
heart
Saint Mila showed to show that all’s
alive
cistern broken but the water rested,
tree
fell but the leaves stayed in the sky
perfect in their dispositif origin of
stars
I was Melchizedek who priested in the
rocks
I sheeped along among my little goats
try to make hale and holy what you
can
for this is sparrowland the good
this is sky with stones in it and all
of us.
40.
Actinism life reacting to the sun
as if a schooner came in your
childhood
with a pretty nursemaid on it
taught you her language and took you
to sea
and you never came back, that would
be me
water is your only comfort aren’t I
slow drip of language from the rock
my father brought me to a mountain
spring
who knows where Castalia I think
and when you drink that water you too
are sea
and everything is river ever after
now you are everyone because you
watched her lips.
