ever follow the sprinkled bright spots of sun through
a path in a freckled forest? How the leaves in
the wind bend at their stems and look flapping?
How wither we go our ways with blood
and sap our very sameness.
Transpire the leaves give us our breath and
we give to them the green majesty
breaths back.
Ever saw a sunrise overcome a cloud and race through the sky
beating down the long away covering, like she Sol,
knows there are worshippers
on earth:
a small animal I followed once through a woods
and saw it continuously look up
around wriggle its ears.
And sniff.
I might as well have
looked in the mirror.