Letter to America
What see what look for what
seems to be…
– Robert Creeley
The pine spreads the needles around the yard,
Small factory of morning.
Wind through the oleander
like history vibrating
inside the century.
The lizards scatter, four em-dashes disappearing
into the darkness under the shed.
The vertical epistle of the pine, tallying the light.
I used to think the most important thing
was to lose everything gracefully.
Now it is only the chance
to keep losing everything
a little longer.
Little white flowers proving justice.
All I’ve ever wanted is to thrill a cardinal.
My son wants me to tell him the story of Hermes,
the fastest God.
Imagine having bird for feet, I tell him.
Then try to understand Hermes’ relationship
to the sky.
July as a code for what rain does
to a farmer’s brain.
A pilot light is always ready, and yet
perhaps the greater error
Header photo by RondellMelling, courtesy Pixabay.