This Forest Is Thick With Life, And Painted Green With Shadows

Dandelion seeds swarm—hover—
comet along the Forget-Me-Not Milky Way
their star blossoms
nebula around the stone alter at the Lodge

Rain smells before Thunder arrives
precedes wind that scatters mosquitos
drives Mayflies onto coffee cup lids
twists branches—forces leaves to belly up

Struck by reflection at how all this moves through
the plane that makes it so
the “As” in “As Above, So Below”
but what is that, this space, that turns into this

Forget-Me-Nots spill their poured path to follow
Dandelions together even when dispersed
incidents constellate
Christmas, 1975

Love—I would rather have some than none