i can untie the chimes from the trees now
take the willow branch and sweep
feather softly over
confuse the path to and from
dismantle the fire circle
wash and scrub
the scorched
blackened stones
and return them scattered with whatever else charred

i won't leave till the matted earth springs back

until the warm and thickened air cracks
into a final downpour
washing away every untold moment

inside a great green stillness
the vital field begins to reclaim itself
dreaming of having never have been disturbed
no trace of human purpose
or intentions
...and so i can leave you now my love
   my work here is done