yellow flowers
dazzling thick
hear a voice of
blue sky
crying out to the sun,
green forest!
hearing louder than sound,
seeing brighter than light.
i go to the center of things
and writing your name there
i am lost from the other
like oblivion hides in infinity.
the sight of your eye
in sun’s summer sigh
hides in noon’s highest sky.
as wind blows grass to shimmering life
a bird wings blue spirit in empyrean flight.
May, 1972
The road up the mountain
Dawson’s farm, Harpers Ferry