and now the snow melts in summer
slowly as a snail
and dry are the fields who get only hail
and never rain nor shower
only thunder and the brightest flowers
for lightning fertilizes the soil
and soil is precisely new matter
that is waiting to be born
turning in the womb
the child is torn from her mother’s body
and pierced with the red spear of the dawn
shadows of mercury remain
in the warm amniotic fluid that is collected in a jar
like morning dew it is the moisture
that holds the nectar of the stars
shreds of luminous light
from the moon are shining like knives
tearing the sky to pieces
as quickly as a kite darts past your eye
and tiny birds leave their nests
as soon as they can fly