breaking fever

rocked to the ground, crippled
in a cold sweat, I broke ground
I put my hand below the earth
and stroked the spine of life
wherefore I had left myself
and picked up my own heart
thrust down among the bones.

walking about

you are the fear:

the necklace hung across heaven
for this night, and all nights after,
the gate to god under the tree,
the mountain aside, the riding breeze.

this soil grows
both panic and love.

the one day

five times,
thrashing against the evening sky
I pinned all the hope to the sun, and
waited for it to set.

at the sunrise,
I found it newly scraped and stretched
drumming the voice
of the silent flight
wherein I caught it home;

striking my palm to the earth
all the trees nodded - tall, pale-capped truth
and I pulled the making from the ground
five winds up, far from the heart.