Golden hedges

 

 

The wound belt cries frogs rolling thunder

sideways to cry therefore

did you hear the cry that June night?

Deaf and grokky 

you lay in the grass and slept

and forward drove

the yellow joyspots of snakes

over your toes.

 

Do you still measure our search 

each toe rubs a hole

sits as on an awl

and babbles with same obviousness

swimming pool of yolk

fertilization so close

we bang princes and princesses

while the nights give us 

back our hearing.

 

Touch the space

the croaking of frogs

your full presence

golden hedges

surround the second birth

indebted knuckles

touching the golden signals 

haunted beech forest colonnade

we dwell in the body of ancient prayers

something rises

give you the voice of songbirds

this applies from now on

this also applies to tomorrow

as part of the journey.