I Hunger Too
Only a bird
unhurried in an oceanic space
is on its way
Shapes and shifts of sound
a scream of winds, a ssh of waters
pummel the air, dance crazy
and time disfigures
a wing of light
beating on on
I tree
that bud up break out burst on air
I stone, fused
in a laboratory of billioning worlds
a fragment, fetched up here
I man
walking at evening underneath dark clouds
a merest moment, touched by grace, by chaos
a deadliest speck and love itself, I Adam
and Nature’s brat, a mouth in a great brood,
I hunger too.
*
In a match-flare
a history of one
A bent figure
arranging sticks
Alphabet, genome,
a superhighway
merely to know
itself
Fire I
roar blind at every breath
and glimpse
within, without
a leap of colour
across a waste
of dead star-matter
a host of eyes
seeing far, seeing near
next to nothing
each sight a circle
dimmed by its own light
damned in its own night.
*
Rain I
squeak to the root
Sun I
demand a come-back
a raucous shout, the early news
of springing tips
Grass I
chatter as people do
in broad amusement
down the first fields
We are come
carrying a great fortune
on our shoulders
it buys nothing
it is not for exchange
a double line
to smile with
a double line
to gnash
in a feeding frenzy
*
I the sea
a restless mind of inconceivable forms
deep-freshening in dirt, decay, at odds, depth-charged
here to lie easy
there to boil, a cold horror
here and there
to mirror light
what chasm, what racketing space-works, what on Earth
what plant of an unutterable horsepower
what god is it, what savage of sweet changes
what instrument of time
what poet’s breath
and I sky
in muted tones of soft crystal
able to pen a thought
in the lightness of light, for beauty,
I hunger too.
*
Only a bird
eyebrow-winged, and guided by its kin,
is on its way
Brothers and sisters
in space, befriend it,
enrich its going
into the heart
of emptiness,
beating on on