An Island, Full Of, Our Universe

...
You feel already caught in fall'
Grassysounds of ear'close windbreaths
Sheltered sight, bowing into our curve'd dusklit shore

Rise toward, from the ground, in the morning, to our island
Softening brisks, finding our looks, by the noontime, 'round our castle
Touchable chins, shaking sweet stops, in the evening, under our tangling hair

We think, of ourselves, as a wildest rain
We know, of course, our clouds too pass, as phases fade'

The fogs, dampening out windows, in the nighttime, near the kitchen
Our nudity, running rampant, by the morning, throughout the mountianforest
Pleasingly so, our laughs weep together, in the dawning, 'clutching worlds

We were, we thought, a storm, most romantic
We are, in fact, the entire loveable behemoth, that is, the sky'

NEH, 2006