Summer’s work:
Swim in stars’
pinprick light.
Wrap
in silver light cast by
rigid cutout moon
against gathering
Azure-fading-to-Heliotrope
sleep.
Dream of bears and
ice lace, longing into
understory.
Watch scintillant droplets of worry
dissipate in
sunrise’s supersaturate.
Tell a story about sitting in place.
Still the mind.
Listen to wind
speak stories.
Learn the language
of trees that
prove literacies
live
both
in the codex
on the land.
